Caress of the Dead

Desecrator, the way the world sees me To hold you near eternally Isolation in necrophilia Preserved in your crypt memorabilia Confessed why I'm so strange Molest 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 In the darkness I hear you so clearly Dark twisted thoughts on dead lips I feed My carcass of love dissected of stench, death Exhumed for my lust, entombed for my needs Confessed why I'm so strange Molest 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 Feeling, seeing, most appealing, bitting, grinding lifeless love Guilty pleasure, rigor treasure, hardening flesh fits like a glove How can a world be so cruel? To not see what you mean to me The time is here, my dear And I now must set you free I hope you can hear, I hope you can see me Your eyes of glass only just stare Desecrator the way the world saw me Inamorata they take you away Confessed why I'm so strange Molest 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