Necrophiliac.

Psycho, psycho, burn in hell.
Bloodlust, lies and you deny me sex?
If I wasn't tranquil tonight,
Quick work would be made of you.

Sensation of teeth against tongue,
that sound you make as i tear it off.
Arousal makes me want to kill you
and feel the cold of inside.

Little girls walk the streets
So young, too tempting.
Lolitas in stilletos,
Oh god.

But I know better, so I prey on you.
I know better, and you give me what I want.
You're a little whore with a silver lining;
Nothing more, nothing new.

Saliva, sweat and everything imaginable
Hallowe'en, no one knows where you may be.
In the river, my dead slave?
Oh the shores, flesh waiting?

Moonlight glazes your eyes over once again.
I feel the cold of your body,
Your lifeless body.
Thank you.