"Mr. Rottenmeat"

"Mr. Rottenmeat"

The lonely living dead girls

Believe they're rotten to the core,

Until the night they come upon

The longed-for Mr. Rottenmeat.

A boy of beauty so divine,

With stench that makes them fall and swoon,

His frail and failing skin pulled tight,

While maggots writhe beneath the surface.

Bewitched by sweet, intoxicating,

Those grieving, hopeless dead girls

With worm-eaten, hollow sockets

Look up and see the light of God.

Wild sweetheart hungers for caresses,

He craves the taste of untouched flesh.

He cuts the tender meat with steel

To stitch a mask of human hide.

Oh, helpless, trembling living dead girls -

Go let him tear your flesh to shreds.

For Mr. Rottenmeat is there -

The highest price that love can ask.