This masochism is alive
My desire for skin is unnerving
Flesh to flesh, the taste of death
Temptations rise
Now if she could only speak
We could set this everlasting
This girl in a box, leaves me wanting more
Flesh to flesh, taste of death
This will be our little sweet six, six, six
In our own
Be still my love for we cannot be seen
In our own
This will be our six, six, six
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
This will be our little sweet six, six, six
On our own
Be still my love for we cannot be seen
On our own
I slide inside the hell within
For there is nothing like her rotting skin
Oh
I bet that I've f*cked more dead girls than you
More dead girls than you
I bet that I've f*cked more dead girls
More dead girls than you
Oh, this masochism is alive, (Alive)
And my desire for skin is here
I will turn you, turn you inside out
The smell of romance is in the air