[music - Ross Sewage]
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[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
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Exhumed, debauched and consumed
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My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk
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And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy
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You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk
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My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed
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Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity
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A lover you have found, six feet down
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Licking from my skin the moist lividity
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Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire
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My fouled viscera are what you admire
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An unholy union on a funeral pyre
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A caseated carcass really lights your fire
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A sickening treat under the sheets
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The rigor mortis of love can be hard
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And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid
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Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard
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A glistening liver and ensanguined gut
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The erotic intestines of this grumous mound
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Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut
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Turn you on as my omentum you pound
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Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled
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Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled
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Laid in a repose with a grisly smile
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Used and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse
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you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled
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Back to the grave
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I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
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Back to the grave
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Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
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Back to the grave
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We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
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Back to the grave
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Once you needed me
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But now you'll go solo
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[solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath]
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Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess
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Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress
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The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at best
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Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest
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[solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte]
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Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice
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Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist
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Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss
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Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss
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Sanguine amour
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Dead meat to crave
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Putrid carcass
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Cannot be saved
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Back to the grave
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Supple white flesh, bleached with death
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Masturbate on my maggot eaten face
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The cold touch of the dead (it has been said)
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Can inspire a necromantic craze
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You partook in love and human remains
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With my disinterred body you were chuffed
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But as I fall to pieces near the end
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My rottenness will force a break-up
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Sever my skull and I'll give you head
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About your boudoir my limbs are spread
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But with your hunger for death now fed
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This relationship is dead
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I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness
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is bled
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Back to the grave
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I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
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Back to the grave
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Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
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Back to the grave
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We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
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Back To The Grave
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