Municipal Waste - Mourning Sex lyrics

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 mass or piece of ass
A difference I can't see
To become drenched in mourning sex
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 sex it's all I want
Mourning sex it's what I need
Mourning sex 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 sex with the dead
Perversion and depravity
Too much to carry on

Pseudonecrophilia

Pseudonecrophilia!