A Month Dead Testo

She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell
And now, I got her propped up in a chair
She's loosing her skin and her hair
And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare so, much, at, me
So much at me
Yeah, Rigamortis is taking its toll
And her body is as stiff as a pole
But I'll never put her back in the whole
I dug her from, I dug her from
She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell
I Love You