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.