Necrophilia - G.B.H.

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.