Caress Of The Dead

Desecrator, the way the world sees me
To hold you near eternally
Isolation in necrophilia
Preserved in your crypt, memorabilia

Confess, why I'm so strange
Molested, I am deranged
Possessed by your living soul
Obsessed, I cannot let go

I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead
I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead

In the darkness, I hear you so clearly
Turned twisted thoughts, undead lips I feed
My carcass of love, dissected of stench, dead
Exhumed for my lust, entombed for my needs

Confess, why I'm so strange
Molested, I am deranged
Possessed by your living soul
Obsessed, I cannot let go

I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead
I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead

Bleeding, seething, most appealing
Biting, grinding, lifeless love
Guilty pleasure, rigor treasure
Hardened flesh fits like a glove

How can a world be so cruel
To not see what you mean to me?
The time is near, my dear
I now must set you free
Hope you can hear, hope you can see me
Your eyes are closed, only the stare
Desecrator, the way the world saw me
Inamorata, they take you away

Confess, why I'm so strange
Molested, I am deranged
Possessed by your living soul
Obsessed, I cannot let go

I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead
I crave the blank stare in your eyes
The feeling of cold flesh
Caress of the dead