Lyrics:

Beauty is Rot! Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls You are the most grotesque of them all Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved The live to gobble the puss form my warts I live to spread my disease at each port Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort Rot! You are born in the most disgusting of ways Some become cripples, some become gay Others spend their money trying to become that way You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat It? not your complexion That gives me an erection OH NO Your beauty makes me sick I? rather fuck a troll Kick you in the head Vomit in the hole Face turns to snot You used to be hot Beauty is Rot You spend hours smearing cream on your face What you need is to be hit with a mace Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets Hung by the heels and pelted with belts But still you are smearing cream on your face What you need is to be reduced to paste Wander the countryside blind in one eye Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive Who decides what is beautiful? Nobody but you I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew Forever titillating A pile of rotting feet All you are is brains and bones A sack of rancid meat Yeah yeah yeah