[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