"Necrotica" lyrics

"Necrotica"

Sickened by life and all its masquerades
The warmth of flesh repels me, my touch as cold as a scalpel's blade
Silently in the mortuary
Fumbling towards ecstasy
So take me down upon your sterile slab
And please let me drown in your pallid flesh so drab
In secrecy, post-autopsy
I stand revealed, naked and shivering
For dead eyes to see

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice
Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice

Embraced by death, another pantomime
But in my realm of shades, no light would deign to shine
Silently in the mortuary
Fumbling towards ecstasy
This tryst unseen

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice
Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice
Necrotica, upon the slab I lay prostrate
Necrotica, benumbed and dead we consummate

Your thorax splayed
I stand breathless but unafraid
I've found my resting place
In this decayed embrace

No prying eyes to scorn
This love in solitude born
Our touch burns like ice
In our putrid paradise

To have loved and to have lost
A tale as old as it is true
To have loved but at what cost?
When all that's left is chyme and grue
Inexorably, then came lividity
Our love did atrophy, as is the destiny
Of all anatomy

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice
Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice
Necrotica, upon the slab I lay prostrate
Necrotica, benumbed and dead, inconsolate


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