General Surgery Cold Storage Fever
In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around
In the hidden realms of the morgue
Contained behind locked doors
My thoroughly sound-proofed cellar
contains abducted corpses by the bulk
In the v.i.p. room of the morgue,
an orgy of dry-frozen hulks
Refrigerate the stiffs
Minimize the decay
A collection of fresh playmates
for a better day
Degeneration kept at bay
Necrological lust denied
A certain virtuosity
until the time feels right
A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree
Mingle in the festering crowds
as the festivities slowly mount
Stiff-limbed hedonism
An orgy of dry-frozen hulks
A pathological binge
A sub-zero soiree
