I can feel it on your skin
Smell it on your breath
That lingering odor
Of death

I wrote that line for her
In case you couldn't tell
That didn't win her over
Very well

I will search you four more
Times until
I get a satisfactory response

Talking about god
Talkin' 'bout death
Let's take this talking of ours
To bed

You are chaste and cold
You'll take it to the grave
You only want me
For my brain

I will search you four more
Times until
You give a satisfactory 'sponse
I suppose I still
Would search you four more
Times until
I get a better offer from a
Cheaper thrill

I'm in debt
To whoever embalmed you

I have never had
The hots so damn bad

Courting you
Is all I'm into

Set my features
Because I'm ready

I'm ready


I would do anything
Anything

The chase
The catch
The corpse

Please
Hold up
Your end