| Exhumed, debauched and consumed
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| My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk
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| And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy
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| You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk
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| My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed
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| Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity
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| A lover you have found, six feet down
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| Licking from my skin the moist lividity
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| Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire
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| My fouled viscera are what you admire
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| An unholy union on a funeral pyre
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| A caseated carcass really lights your fire
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| A sickening treat under the sheets
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| The rigor mortis of love can be hard
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| And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid
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| Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard
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| A glistening liver and ensanguined gut
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| The erotic intestines of this grumous mound
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| Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut
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| Turn you on as my omentum you pound
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| Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled
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| Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled
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| Laid in a repose with a grisly smile
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| Used and abused, my existence defiled I’m a lover of the dead, as a corpse
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| You’ll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled
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| Back to the grave
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| I’ve had my sick fun, but now I am done, it’s time for you to cum
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| Back to the grave
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| Our affair is through, I’ve no more use for you, you’ve paid your deathly dues
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| Back to the grave
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| We’ve shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
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| Back to the grave
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| Once you needed me
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| But now you’ll go solo
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| (solo: «Death's Sweet Embrace» by S.C. McGrath)
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| Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess
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| Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress
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| The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at best
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| Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest
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| (solo: «Rending a Broken Heart» by L.d. Muerte)
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| Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice
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| Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist
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| Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss
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| Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss
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| Sanguine amour
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| Dead meat to crave
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| Putrid carcass
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| Cannot be saved
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| Back to the grave
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| Supple white flesh, bleached with death
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| Masturbate on my maggot eaten face
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| The cold touch of the dead (it has been said)
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| Can inspire a necromantic craze
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| You partook in love and human remains
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| With my disinterred body you were chuffed
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| But as I fall to pieces near the end
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| My rottenness will force a break-up
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| Sever my skull and I’ll give you head
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| About your boudoir my limbs are spread
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| But with your hunger for death now fed
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| This relationship is dead
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| I’m a lover of the dead, as a corpse you’ll share my bed, but your usefulness
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| Is bled
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| Back to the grave
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| I’ve had my sick fun, but now I am done, it’s time for you to cum
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| Back to the grave
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| Our affair is through, I’ve no more use for you, you’ve paid your deathly dues
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| Back to the grave
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| We’ve shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go |