Pseudonecrophilia!
Lonely confused guilty, not sure what's going on
Failed to see the reasoning that what I'm doings wrong
Blinded by these urges that I've never felt before
A situation unthinkable just a few days ago
Hardened flesh, rotting eyes
All things I now require
Heatless skin, pulseless grin
Consuming my desire
Lifeless ma** or piece of a**
A difference I can't see
To become drenched in mourning s**
Is all I want to be
Arousal, sickness, hatred
Questioning how I feel
Somewhat feeling delusional
Is what's happening real?
This battle with temptation
Is the reason I can't stop
Which is why I failed to get
Authorities involved
It gets harder every day
Constantly wanting
Won't stop for nothing
Mourning s**
It's all I want
Mourning s**
It's what I need
Mourning s**
It just gets worse
Can't control
No way to stop
Can't control
It's what I need
Can't control
It's like I'm cursed
No cure
Can't hide
No cure
It's what I need
No cure
Since I woke up and found your corpse
I never felt like this before
Sickness, arousal, and dread
Has happened from s** with the dead
Perversion and depravity
Too much to carry on
Pseudonecrophilia!