Something is happening inside my head The ones that once I loved must be dead I wanna go, I wanna disappear Inviting me to love, these sounds in my ears (Oh, you are so cold) I fit your staring eyes Always calm, never with surprise The cold body, the serious face Each time a new and different taste Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia I fit your staring eyes Always calm, never with surprise The cold body, the serious face Each time a new and different taste (Uh, I´m the corpse hoarder, baby!) Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia Aahhhhhhh! Necrophilia