It's love of the dead
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Arising from her sleep
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To the sweet smell of decay
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Lying in a coffin
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Dead flesh she craves
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There's kissing, of course, caressing, blood drinking, the smell, the
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attraction
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Morbid lust must be satisfied
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In the shadows she must hide
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Entering the sacred tomb
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To fuck those who have died
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When you lie on some bodies, blood comes out of their mouth, and the weight
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of my body pushes it out. That's called purging
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Kissing the flesh
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So dead and cold
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Purging blood
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To drink and be whole
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Strength from the dead
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To feed the soul
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I definitely enjoy swallowing blood. It's very arousing making love with a
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body and drinking some of the blood
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Robbing the grave
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There's a difference between fucking and making love. Maybe some people fuck
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dead bodies. I make love to them
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Screaming in agony
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Coming on the corpse
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Takes it home in the hearse
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So she can get some more
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When I enjoy myself with a corpse, it's a high beyond any I've ever had
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Robbing The Grave
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