Lonely confused guilty, not sure what's going on Failed to see the reasoning that what I'm doings wrong
Blinded by these urges that I've never felt before A situation unthinkable just a few days ago
Hardened flesh, rotting eyes All things I now require Heatless skin, pulseless grin Consuming my desire
Lifeless mass or piece of ass A difference I can't see To become drenched in mourning sex Is all I want to be
Arousal, sickness, hatred Questioning how I feel Somewhat feeling delusional Is whats happening real?
This battle with temptation Is the reason I can't stop Which is why I failed to get Authorities involved
It gets harder every day
Constantly wanting Won't stop for nothing
Mourning sex It's all I want Mourning sex It's what I need Mourning sex It just gets worse
Can't control No way to stop Can't control It's what I need Can't control It's like I'm cursed
No cure Can't hide No cure It's what I need No cure
Since I woke up and found your corpse I never felt like this before Sickness, arousal, and dread Has happened from sex with the dead Perversion and depravity Too much to carry on
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