Make love to you your eyes are closed, Your body is rotting it's decomposed. Your hair straggled in a spider's web ... You're dead.
No remorse ... Screw the corpse.
Your clothes are in a state of decay, Just like you they're thrown away. Your body's filled with lava flies, Why oh why did you have to die?
I come and see you every night, Unlike my girl you don't put up a fight. I'm close to you, put flowers on your womb ... 'Cause I was born in your womb.