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Beauteous Rot Lyrics
Beauty is Rot!
Legions of sex slaves have flocked to my calls
You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions that beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved
They live to gobble the pus from my warts
I live to spred my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort
Rot!
You were 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's not your complection
That gives me an erection
OH NO
Your beauty makes me sick
I'd 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 beets
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's beautiful?
Nobody but you
I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew
Forever titllating
A pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
a sack of rancid meat
Yeah yeah yeah
You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions that beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved
They live to gobble the pus from my warts
I live to spred my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort
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's not your complection
That gives me an erection
OH NO
I'd rather fuck a troll
Kick you in the head
Vomit in the hole
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 beets
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive
Nobody but you
I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew
A pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
a sack of rancid meat
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If this song was to have a deeper message, i would guess that it's that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and also that woman these days are too obsessive about how they look "smearing cream on your face" and that they should chill and show natural beauty and personality. It also obviously critisizes the gays, rich, and those who spend money for sex changes. He shows that he is disgusting which is a strange source to hear the opinion from of beauty but this could be for two affects, gwars "nasty" appeal, that is the role-play they have going, but also for irony to amplify their opinion.