Your Rotting Face - Autopsy

They tell me you have died

But I don’t believe it, nor do I care

We will always be together

I feel so alive as I penetrate your sex

I can almost hear your moans of lust

I don’t think you are deceased

As I part your lips and feast

The way you smell

Is more delightful than ever

Again and again we consummate our love

Again and again you bring me to ecstasy

I feel you with my lust

You, you, you take it all

I revel in the touch of your flesh

To become one

Warm and cold skin joining again

And again to my desires I will succumb

I don’t care if you’re alive or dead

Lovingly your body I embrace

Your rotten lips still give head

I spill forth my love onto your rotting face

I hear them call me things

Which I don’t understand

But I don’t care what they will say

Your body belongs to me

To carry out my lusts

As I gaze upon your rotting face