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All lyrics © The NecroVomits The Glucose Freak of West Hempstead Lick his eye, skin so sweet. He's candy-coated human meat. Candy corpse, a twisted treat. He's at your door — Glucose Freak. Formaldehyde keeps him erect. His resin glaze confines his meat. Bugs stick to his candy shell. At night he roams the streets. How many licks does it take To reach his fleshy core? He's glazed and confused. He's melting at your door. A hooker bit off his dick. Then a dog ran away with it. He's a candied skeleton, Embalmed with gelatin. Powdered pustules, A gruesome disguise. Flies swarm his sores. Syrup oozes from his eyes.

"Glucose Freak" illustration (C) Laurel Sinestrari