Rotter

Step right up, get in line
Your time is running out
Hurry up and meet the end
We're whoring the reaper out

Death disguised as glamour
All you desire is yours
We'll sell you your mortality
You'll jump in the fire willingly

Rotter, eating your soul from the inside out
Rotter, paying for premium death

You're falling apart and content
You're dying and we're getting rich
You're fucked up beyond all repair
We're laughing 'cause we sent you there

Death disguised as glamour
All you desire is yours
Buy a ticket to your grave
You'll jump in the fire willingly

Rotter, eating your soul from the inside out
Rotter, paying for premium death

Rotter, eating your soul from the inside out
Rotter, paying for premium death, oh