I'm in service of death
Vacant coffins await my guests
A padded case for a presentable face
Freshened up before their final rest

Lipstick is a handy tool
Touching up this human fool
A nice wig accompanies the dress
A perfect match for the death fest

I'm drenched in slime
A mixture of secretions
Semen and grime
Aroused by the smell
A used cold body thrown back in the cell

Stalking the mourners at the cemetery gates
Tear-filled eyes cracks a smile on my face
I collect macabre souvenirs
By use of their dead for a little while

My funeral obsession
Forever to feed my carnal lust

Sickening acts performed on their dead rotten bodies
And I won't hold back the urge to taste their putrid flesh
I can no longer control my needs
Nor this chronic lust and horrid deeds
Their rotten remains are molested
Then stitched up and sent away

My funeral obsession
Forever to feed my carnal lust