Lyrics Infanticidal Dysmorphia - Amputated

Infanticidal Dysmorphia

In this age of perfection, morality’s surpassed by beauty,
appearance breeds obsession, an all consuming need to compete
your prime is behind you
I can make you younger, if you so desire
I have perfected my recipe for your consumption,
in my kitchen sink i’m performing late term abortions
expertly dicing the foetus, into a paste, consuming the flesh of infants
rejuvenates
try not to think of its contents, just its effects,
so many swear by my dumplings, you wont regret
try to hide in denial, but in time all beauty decays, now there is a solution,
how far would you go to achieve?