mourning sex

Municipal Waste

Pseudonecrophilia!
Lonely confused guilty, not sure what's going on
Failed to see the reasoning that what I'm doings wrong
Blinded by these urges that I've never felt before
A situation unthinkable just a few days ago

Hardened flesh, rotting eyes
All things I now require
Heatless skin, pulseless grin
Consuming my desire
Lifeless mass or piece of ass
A difference I can't see
To become drenched in mourning sex
Is all I want to be

Arousal, sickness, hatred
Questioning how I feel
Somewhat feeling delusional
Is whats happening real?
This battle with temptation
Is the reason I can't stop
Which is why I failed to get
Authorities involved

It gets harder every day
Constantly wanting
Won't stop for nothing
Mourning sex
It's all I want
Mourning sex
It's what I need
Mourning sex
It just gets worse

Can't control
No way to stop
Can't control
It's what I need
Can't control
It's like I'm cursed

No cure
Can't hide
No cure
It's what I need
No cure

Since I woke up and found your corpse
I never felt like this before
Sickness, arousal, and dread
Has happened from sex with the dead
Perversion and depravity
Too much to carry on
Pseudonecrophilia!