Exhumed defiled forgotten Inanimate organic fuckdoll Severly bloated rotten Sexual deviant screwball Grotesque to the eyes And cold to the touch Afterlife sacrifice Insignificant yet so much
No more thrills in corpses No more pleasures there Fresh specimens required Orgasm to the smell of fear
Victims come easy No challenge in that They smell so much fresher And their blood feels so hot
Lust metamorphosis No aching crotch Live for the kill Kill to come Come to die The dead are legends Stories of me More horrid than ever They set me free