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I like the way you taste cause you taste like blood

I like to make you bleed, you just taste that damn good

I like the way you walk cause you walk like a snake

I like the way you move, cause you know how to shake



I get off just by watching you

There’s something about the way you move

I swear I’ve never seen it before

The way you move, I’ll watch you forever more



I like the way you dress cause you dress for me

I like the way you fuck cause you’re so ready

I like the face you make as you sing a song

I like the way you act as if you’ve known all along



I just can’t stop watching you

It’s something more than just the things you do

It’s in the way you brush your hair

The way you always know I’m there

I just can’t get enough

You’re made of different stuff

You’re my angel fallen to earth

You’re my devil given to mirth

You’re the one I’ll keep by my side

I won’t get bored and throw you aside

You’re too much for one to take

A God’s best work, his biggest mistake

There’s no way to duplicate

Any one can try, they’ll only break

I just can’t stop to say

I watch you every hour of the day

I love you

I need you

I have you

I want you

I love you

I love you

I love you.

Nine long months, ten endless days

Spent trapped inside this box.

The earth's womb held me, kept me safe,

Yet held the strongest locks.



A secret grave, dug by myself,

In which I softly lay.

But now I have lasted my time;

I emerge from the grave.



I buried me to escape my life,

My death so hard to take.

No one noticed, no one knew,

No one rights my mistakes.



But the pain has ended, sorrow's passed

And now I can awake

Born again from the earth's deep life,

Held in Death's embrace.



Body born once, mind and soul lost,

Only to be found.

I am now newly born,

Fresh emerging from the ground.



The air on my face, the grave at my back,

No one there to greet.

I died alone, I'll live alone,

I do not fear defeat.

Her lips are still painted red,

Though in truth they're cold and blue.

What's wrong with loving the dead?

Those lips can still touch you.



What's wrong with loving the dead?

They're gone but never forgotten.

So dig them up from where you did mourn;

Take them to a new secret garden.



Half the people still on this earth

Were dead before they ever were born.

No real life followed their birth,

So when they leave what's left to mourn?



She never was made for this world,

But she left such beauty behind.

So why should there be something wrong?

A living body with no mind.



What's wrong with loving the dead?

Just steal one final kiss.

Not made to live anymore,

So what's left for me to miss?