Mortuaria

Wearing the disguise of the working class
 I use my occupation to fulfill my desires,
 When you're dead you'll be mine at last
 You cold, naked body, recently expired
 How can I resist
 your sagging breasts?
 Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death
 When I put the embalming
 needle into your flesh so blue
 I place my throbbing penis inside of you...
 My tools are ready... your
 insides to dispose
 I caress your slick abdominal cavity... my desire grows
 I lick your icy ear and fondle your lungs and toes
 I come... while my tongue is buried in your nose...
 OHH...
 [...solo: Scott ...]
 The stench of your decay arouses me... alone in the prep room no one to see
 our disgusting sexual lust, no one will know... I'm alive, you and I are all
 alone... I want... to take... your cadaver home... I swear I'll never leave
 you... always yours... my love...
 [...solo: Scott ...]