Morgue Whore -

You’ll never know what I’ve done.

There’s no witnesses

Nothing can touch me here, it’s my church

Women and children they are my playthings

Worship their dead bodies, this is my church

Incision begins below the second rib

The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within

Her organs removed;

the smell it makes me sick

And my dick gets so hard, it’s in pain

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out

With scalpel in hand I take your insides out

If you could only see the things that I’ve done…

If you were alive you might think this' fun

Fucked her cunt;

lubricated with her own cold blood

I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps

Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror

My madness has just begun…

Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air

My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold

Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth

Runs down her fucking neck

Can’t explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat.

I think of her family and the kid I’ll never meet

Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor

And I come inside my Morguewhore

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out

With scalpel in hand, I’ll take your insides out

If you could only see the things that I’ve done

If you were alive you might think this' fun