Back To The Grave-Impaled

[music - Ross Sewage] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] Exhumed, debauched and consumed My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity A lover you have found, six feet down Licking from my skin the moist lividity Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire My fouled viscera are what you admire An unholy union on a funeral pyre A caseated carcass really lights your fire A sickening treat under the sheets The rigor mortis of love can be hard And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard A glistening liver and ensanguined gut The erotic intestines of this grumous mound Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut Turn you on as my omentum you pound Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled Laid in a repose with a grisly smile Used and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled Back to the grave I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum Back to the grave Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues Back to the grave We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go Back to the grave Once you needed me But now you'll go solo [solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath] Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at best Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest [solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte] Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss Sanguine amour Dead meat to crave Putrid carcass Cannot be saved Back to the grave Supple white flesh, bleached with death Masturbate on my maggot eaten face The cold touch of the dead (it has been said) Can inspire a necromantic craze You partook in love and human remains With my disinterred body you were chuffed But as I fall to pieces near the end My rottenness will force a break-up Sever my skull and I'll give you head About your boudoir my limbs are spread But with your hunger for death now fed This relationship is dead I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled Back to the grave I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum Back to the grave Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues Back to the grave We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go