Num Skull Rigor Mortis
Asleep at dawn, awake at dust Arise in the night time my right time for lust Morbid dreams, unreal it seams Down to the morgue as our Lord lies asleep Creeping in unleashing sin To invade the decayed corpse within I love the touch almost too much Sensing a thrill from the chill as I touch Stiff and cold she lied Her life has gone to hide Her fluids have all dried The smell of death inside Reeking, leaking As I plunge deep inside Searching for love that I knew I would find Down at the morgue there are stored at this time Bodies that rot, lie dormant till their time Awaiting the seeds that I bring Relentless affection, perfection, injection No presence of mercy in sight Love after death, no heartbeat no breath the contents of this horrid plight Losing my mind falling in love with the dead!