I suck the blood off your rotted lip
as i steal...this last kiss
and throw you gently in your grave
wipe my eyes and turn away
as the vermon eat my body
i can hear your spirits call to me
two feet past your place of rest
i feel much burden on my breast
taste of blood upon my tongue
search for air inside my lungs
i cannot live for out of spite
i'll kill myself, i'll die tonight
together we shall rot in peace
and join the reign of the deceased
