Lost Torso Found کے بول

When you find a rotten torso Lying in a stinking bog Be sure to check out the surroundings And don't call the cops Bring it home to your cottage Ane feast on this delicacy Wandering in the marshy grounds Searchin for some leftovers Putrid stench that leads your way and reparations are already done The dinner is served You want it bad You carve its bile Motivated by your urge Smell it, and squeeze out the stinking pus Drink it, and gargle on the juicy yellow 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