Necrophilia

Make love to you your eyes are closed,
Your body is rotting it's decomposed.
Your hair straggled in a spider's web ...
You're dead.

No remorse ...
Screw the corpse.

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
Just like you they're thrown away.
Your body's filled with lava flies,
Why oh why did you have to die?

I come and see you every night,
Unlike my girl you don't put up a fight.
I'm close to you, put flowers on your womb ...
'Cause I was born in your womb.