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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 |
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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 |
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Y-cut 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 |
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I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse 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 |
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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, |
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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 [solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath] |
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Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, |
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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 |
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I tore in the chest [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, |
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I ram the ass with my fist |
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Be not distraught as your cadaver |
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I drop, the remains of your lips |
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I kiss 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 |
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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 is bled |
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Back to the grave |
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I've had my sick fun, but now |
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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, |
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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 |
