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
All alone
Be still my love for we cannot be seen,
All alone
Be still my love for we cannot be seen,
Or they will surely take you away from me
Be still my love for we cannot be seen,
Or they will surely take you away from me
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
All alone
Be still my love for we cannot be seen,
All alone
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, dead girls then you,
I bet that I've fucked more dead girls, dead girls, than you
The smell of romance is in the air