Necrophilia

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 ..
'cos i was born in your womb.