Cold Storage Fever

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