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Description
Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
I can do what I want and they won't complain, I wanna fuck the dead
And I don't even care how she died but I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone they don't scream and they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair lying on the table she smiles and she stares

model: me
words: TSOL - Code Blue

Description
Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
I can do what I want and they won't complain, I wanna fuck the dead
And I don't even care how she died but I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone they don't scream and they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair lying on the table she smiles and she stares

model: me
words: TSOL - Code Blue