Lost Torso Found

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