Your Rotting Face — Autopsy

They tell me you have died But I don't believe it, nor do I care We will always be together

I feel so alive as I penetrate your sex I can almost hear your moans of lust I don't think you are deceased As I part your lips and feast The way you smell Is more delightful than ever Again and again we consummate our love Again and again you bring me to ecstasy I feel you with my lust You, you, you take it all

I revel in the touch of your flesh To become one Warm and cold skin joining again And again to my desires I will succumb

Lead: E.c.

I don't care if you're alive or dead Lovingly your body I embrace Your rotten lips still give head I spill forth my love onto your rotting face

I hear them call me things Which I don't understand But I don't care what they will say Your body belongs to me To carry out my lusts As I gaze upon your rotting face