I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.
I love the dead before they rise,
No farewells, no goodbyes.
I never even knew your now-rotting face.
While friends and lovers mourn your silly
grave.
I have other uses for you, Darling.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead so.
I, I love the dead.
...
I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.