Fecundity.

Little thing, bet you heard of me,

Bet they tell you that I'm nothing else but disease.

Well, you should know that these roots run deep.

Come on, child, lay your burdens at my feet, yeah.

Little thing, let the rot inside.

Lemme tell you "all things must wither and die".

You will learn that decay is sweet,

Weep not for the flesh, it wasn't yours to keep.

Grandfather provides through pestilence, you'll never die.

Oh, let it all consume, for eternity, you'll ever bloom.

You're where you belong, don't worry now I wouldn't steer you wrong.

Stay with me, there's no need to hide,

So come on now and let the Rot inside.

Every cough is a hymn to sing,

Every sore is a sacred offering, yeah.

"Let it fester, let it spread",

Fret not, for decay is not the end, oh.

Don't be scared, I mean no harm.

Let me in, by the end you'll be oozing charm.

Papa's love will set you free,

Come rot with me for eternity, child.