Lost Torso Found Testo

When you find a rotten torsoLying in a stinking bag
Be sure to cheack out the surroundings
And don't call the cops
Bring it home to your cottage
And feast on this delicacy
Wandering in the marshy gounrds
Searching for some leftovers
Putrid stench that leads your way
And reparations are already done
The dinner is served
You want it bad
You crave its bile
Motivated by your urge
Smell it, and squeeze out the stinking pus
Drink it, and gargle on the juicy yeallow goo
Feel it, and caress this stinking piece of meat
Eat it, and feel the tender meat between your teeth
Now your home, in your calm cottage
All alone, you serve your dinner
Decomposed torso on a plate
This days fetch, your special menu.