A VIRAL DECAY: A Zombie Beauty Tutorial by Nyx Attention, survivors: day 123 of the end of days, the zombies got bored once they’d finished their human buffet. now instead of brains, they chase clout and views, posting decayed makeup hacks on ‘rot-tok’ news. [verse 1] rot-tok’s top trend? zom-bae’s cracked foundation, swipe decayed blush where your flesh is eras’n’. ghoul-glam squad’s got a grave-fresh routine— maggot mascara, and pus-primer sheen. no lips? just stitch on some vintage vein-ers, their ‘5-minute crypt’ beat’ll rot your brain clean-ers, step 1: dab grave-dirt where your eyebrows once grew, step 2: blood highlighter—ooze that glow through. they’re corpse-fluencers, decomposing but viral, when the world’s dead, honey—slayage is survival. [Hook] putrid, primer, pats on pus-packed pores crispy, contour, cracks through some crust-coat cores suture, septum, slap dab rot-rash sores grave-moss, eyelids, peels back crypt-rot doors! [verse 2] eyeshadow? mold spores in a shattered compact, blend graveyard greens where your socket’s ransacked. no cheekbones? just bolt on some rusted barbells, zombie-chic’s cheap when you raid cemetery sales. skincare routine? let the fungus breathe free, exfoliate with worms—feel that necro-glow, glee. accessorize cracks with old coffin lace, tarnished tiara? that’s undead flair, babe. step 3: swipe lash glue where your eyelids fled, step 4: snarl fierce—rot’s the new rose-red. they’re corpse-fluencers, maggot-whisperers, sick— when the world’s this bleak? honey, just… click. [Hook] putrid, primer, pats on pus-packed pores crispy, contour, cracks through some crust-coat cores suture, septum, slap dab rot-rash sores grave-moss, eyelids, peels back crypt-rot doors! [bridge] survivors, listen—this just in, the latest scoop: the zombies hit a million subs, they’re ruling the group. they’re selling serum made from maggot soup, and we’re stuck in bunkers… low-key envy’s on loop. [verse 3] decay-glam, trending. rotting but flawless— stitch your lips to the beat, hashtag-carcass. blend maggots for blush, let the pus-highlighter pop, zombie-fluencers never stop—never stop—never stop. [Hook] putrid, primer, pats on pus-packed pores crispy, contour, cracks through some crust-coat cores suture, septum, slap dab rot-rash sores grave-moss, eyelids, peels back crypt-rot doors! [Hook] putrid, primer, pats on pus-packed pores crispy, contour, cracks through some crust-coat cores suture, septum, slap dab rot-rash sores grave-moss, eyelids, peels back crypt-rot doors! [Outro - Spoken Words] Ugh, can you believe these zombies? They’re literally rotting and still hitting a million likes? I’ve been stuck in this bunker for like..like ever! Eating kale dust, and my last post got THREE views. Three! One from my mom. Who’s zombified. Moral of the apocalypse? Glam’s dead—unless you’re already like...dead! Pass the grave-glow serum…I’m joining the trend
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