Whatever You Do… Don't Push The Red Button

This masochism is alive
 My desire for skin is unnerving
 Flesh to flesh, the taste of death
 Temptations rise
 Now if she could only speak
 We could set this everlasting
 This girl in a box leaves me wanting more
 Flesh to flesh, taste of death
 This will be our little sweet 666
 In our own
 Be still my love for we cannot be seen
 In our own
 This will be our 666
 Be still my love, for we cannot be seen
 Or they will surely take you away from me
 Be still my love, for we cannot be seen
 Or they will surely take you away from me
 This will be our little sweet 666
 In our own
 Be still my love for we cannot be seen
 In our own
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 I slide inside the hell within
 For there is nothing like her rotting skin
 Oh
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 I bet that I've fucked more dead girls than you
 More dead girls than you
 I bet that I've fucked more dead girls
 More dead girls than you
 Oh, this masochism is alive
 And my desire for skin is here
 I will turn you, turn you inside out
 The smell of romance is in the air