Necrophilia

Something is happening inside my head
The ones that once I loved must be dead
I wanna go, I wanna disappear
Inviting me to love, these sounds in my ears

(Oh, you are so cold)

I fit your staring eyes
Always calm, never with surprise
The cold body, the serious face
Each time a new and different taste

Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia
Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia

I fit your staring eyes
Always calm, never with surprise
The cold body, the serious face
Each time a new and different taste

(Uh, I´m the corpse hoarder, baby!)

Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia
Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia