Cold in the Coffin - Gutted

I am disturbed, my mind ails me

I have a need for something strange

This is my reality

This involves brutality

Corruption of normality

This is my reality

You wont believe what I will do

Crawl into your bed, your coffin

Your crying does nothing

I’ve built this just for you

So strip down, then get in

You’ll please me, you’ll leave me With your mouth I indulge

Your body I engulf

With a blade I bestow your body

Into the cold of the coffin

I am disturbed, my mind ails me

I have a need for something strange

With your mouth I indulge

Your body I engulf

With a blade I bestow your body

Into the cold of the coffin