General Surgery - Cold Storage Fever lyrics

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