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Make love to you your eyes are closed, your body is rotting it's decomposed. Your hair straggled in a spider's web .. you're dead. No remorse .. screw the corpse. Your clothes are in a state of decay, just like you they're thrown away. Your body's filled with lava flies, why oh why did you have to die? I come and see you every night, unlike my girl you don't put up a fight. I'm close to you, put flowers on your tomb .. 'cause I was born in your womb From Letras Mania