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Wearing the disguise of the working class |
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I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, |
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When you're dead you'll be mine at last |
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You cold, naked body, recently expired |
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How can I resist |
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your sagging breasts? |
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Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death |
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When I put the embalming |
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needle into your flesh so blue |
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I place my throbbing penis inside of you... |
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My tools are ready... your |
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insides to dispose |
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I caress your slick abdominal cavity... my desire grows |
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I lick your icy ear and fondle your lungs and toes |
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I come... while my tongue is buried in your nose... |
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OHH... |
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The stench of your decay arouses me... alone in the prep room no one to see |
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our disgusting sexual lust, no one will know... I'm alive, you and I are all |
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alone... I want... to take... your cadaver home... I swear I'll never leave |
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you... always yours... my love... |
