My warmth on his cold body I drink the slime off his corpse His odor invades the air I get so high my mind warps I pour myself with his decay As his body rots away A ripe smell of decrepitude I set out to violate another tomb
The world of the living meets the world of the dead My arms around him, a frozen, stiff carcass Smells of black rot and roses blood red I love the dead when the night is at its darkest I have no one to tell my secrets to, so I'll just confide in you
Your skull between my legs I'm so glad you're dead Your corpse between my legs I'm so glad you're deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
