"calm down, its ment to be tongue 'n cheek."
During their eternal sleep
the dead are buried deep
I'll dig one up and take it home
so I won't have to be alone
Necrophilia, necrophilia
I have my way with the dead
sleeping with the cadaver in my bed
Into the night
I'll hold the peices of the lifeless body tight
the sweet scent of death on which I thrive
makes my body twist and writhe
Necrophilia, necrophilia
in love with the dead
kissing a decapitated head
Making love to the dismembered corpse
my mind and body warps
bathing in the beauty of death
the body doesn't draw a breath
Necrophilia, necrophilia
I have my way with the dead
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I oddly remember reading this one night...haha
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