Coffins

Love is a corpse dead and gone
Naked on a slab pale and blue
Dirty little bitch morgue whore
One last stab

Taking it slow (Like) salt to a slug
His body is cold frozen with sin
Penetrated flesh sealed with stitch
Deep into her soul coffins are for fucking

Death on fire temperature rise
Feels so fine the Devil don't care
(She's) gonna fuck lividity
With a crypt kiss one more time

No more tears casket wine flows
Funeral love with forbidden bliss
Riding angеlwood frigid and stiff
Only ways she cums