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 whats 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!





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  1. B.... S....

    Wtf I like this

  2. F.... H....

    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 whats 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!

  3. J.... P....

    That´s fucking thrash!!