The only thing that turns me on
Is the sweet embrace of death
I can only cum when I'm on the edge
So close to falling off the ledge

And I cross the roads of death
Nailed to the cross that is my fetish
And my life is out of reach
As this portal I have now breached
Never again to feel the joy
Spilling seed at the edge of life
Now forever a flaccid ghost
At least in hell I'd get a toast