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Creeping in to the morgue late at night

Your body’s there lying dead cold as ice

Feel your flesh touching mine I’m inside

Forbidden love of a corpse legs spread wide

I have cum inside your holes

Your body doesn’t have a soul

We are making sacred love

I slip in it’s like a glove

If they find what we have done

I’ll wrap my lips around a gun

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

I’ll be fucking dead

Sweet caress of the dead yet it’s a crime

In my arms you lay for all of time

Soft kisses down your body it’s sublime

Put a ring on your hand now you’re my bride

I have cum inside your holes

Your body doesn’t have a soul

We are making sacred love

I slip in it’s like a glove

If they find what we have done

I’ll wrap my lips around a gun

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

I’ll be fucking dead

I know that it’s a crime

Making love to you but that’s alright

'Cause I don’t really care

I love you baby even if you’re dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Even if you’re dead

I have cum inside your holes

Your body doesn’t have a soul

We are making sacred love

I slip in it’s like a glove

If they find what we have done

I’ll wrap my lips around a gun

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead

We’ll be fucking dead