Come on

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

[Solo]

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