In midnight hour I'm crawling out of my house. To visit her, The one who's under the stars. I don't need her lips, Her smile or her kiss, I just need her cold body. I don't need the heat, That's why I always seek For someone dead like you, darling.
Don't cut to conclusions, love is a delusion, that's why We love the dead. We have no stage-fright, we think we are alright, Just, we love the dead.
Her cold embrace, Is just the thing that I need, The rotting stains On parts that she used to bleed.. The moon and the stars Are watching above, But I don't think you'll feel ashamed, You're smooth and you're shy, You're getting me high, That's all just because your dead.
Don't cut to conclusions, love is a delusion, that's why We love the dead. We have no stage-fright, we think we are alright, Just, we love the dead.
You've been a bad, bad boy! The dead are not a toy! You've been a bad, bad boy! The dead are not a toy! You've been a bad, bad boy! The dead are not a toy! You've been a bad, bad boy! The dead are not a toy! You've been a bad, bad boy!