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