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