Lyrics:

The masochism is alive
My desire for skin is unnerving
Flesh to flesh the taste of the death, temptations rise
Now if she could only speak we could set this everlasting
This girl in a box leaves me wanting more
This will be our little sweet six six six
Be still my love for we cannot be seen
Or they will surely take you away from me
I slide inside the hell within
For there's nothing like her rotting skin
I bet that I've fucked more dead girls than you
The smell of romance is in the air