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?