Cold Storage Fever - text

In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around

In the hidden realms of the morgue
Contained behind locked doors

My throughly sound proofed cellar
Contains abducted corpses by the bulk
In the v. i. p. Room of the morgue
On orgy of dry frozen hulks

Refrigerate the stiffs
Minimize the decay
A collection of fresh playmates
For a batter day

Degeration 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 festivites slowly mount

Stiff limbed hedonism
An orgy of dry frozen hulks

A pathological binge
A sub zero soiree

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