Kill Us — Psyopus

Lay My love My bride Asleep in this bed Dead till she's loved inside to caress this wilted flower

Take me in angel legs deeper than your fucking grave

Ah, I hold you close There's something so romantic in not living a fucking day without you

Still dead eyes Reflect love

Still bodies Quench my thirst for Intimate hold

I hold you all to myself Strangle whole your closeness Not even you my caged corpse

I crawl across this coffin Over top this bodies handles Lips taste gently across skin Like wax drips down a dying candle Like time inhales each expiring moment Like life's movement is hunted and swallowed whole by death Oh, I'm so craving you here my darling I'm craving to taste you at the transformation Oh, I'm craving you here my darling To taste this wilted flower