She's Wearing My Burial Gown (My Blood On Her Hands)

It's a beautiful night 
I can see the moonlight shining
off your black lace
Won't you come to me
and take this knife
so we can be together forever

Break my veins
bruise my body
but don't break my heart

She's wearing my burial gown
She's wearing my burial gown
My blood is on her hands

Save me from myself 
before my love tears
you from the stitches in my arms
I never want to
lose your embrace
Won't we bleed together once more?

Warp my mind
depress my soul
but don't break my heart

She's wearing my burial gown
She's wearing my burial gown
Her blood is on my hands 

You look so beautiful in my burial gown
There's nothing like cold earth honey!
What's that? You want a grave with a view?
It's slim-pickings sweetie!
Maybe we'll get a nice view
just pick my head and bring my arms
we can even have a lie in tomorrow morning! 

She's wearing my burial gown
She's wearing my burial gown
Is this love taboo
or too good to be true?
She's wearing my burial gown
She's wearing my burial gown
Such a dose of euphoria
to revel in her necrophilia! 

The End

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