Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l'oeil made zombified Mocking death mask for the mortified, deformed Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied In formaldehyde death now baptized, reborn The sickening sight now sanitized In celebration of the demised Death unrevealed, decay clumsily disguised But behind the lurid, leering eyes decomposition will arise So let it be rotten, so let it be done Behind the shroud decrepitude begun So let it be rotten, so let it be done So let it be rotten So let it be rotten, so let it be done So let it be rotten Immured deep within the absurd, beyond the pale obscenely blurred Rigor mortis sets in undeterred, putrescent Embalmed in lugubrious repose as from within you decompose Unmoved by orchid, lily or rose quiescent The distasteful scent lurks just beneath The truth of death lay out of reach Its cold caress would curdle funeral wreaths But beyond the mendacious mask you'll see putrefaction's perfidy So let it be rotten, so let it be done Within the casket, decay has claimed its throne So let it be rotten, so let it be done Death worms its way into the corpse its work begun So let it be rotten, let it be done