GRAVE SERVICE

Keep digging
I’m waiting for you down here
Grave Service is closed
Are you already throbbing just thinking of my corpse?
Is that why you hunt for my rot with no remorse?
If you’re gonna dig me up, handle my blue, bloated skin with care
I ain’t got that feverish heat anymore, just the stench in the air
I stitched my fucking lips shut a long time ago
But you’re still trying to shove your meat into the show
I ain’t lying still because I love it, you sick fuck
I just pity your desperate ass, digging for a dead-girl buck
I wanna cave your fucking skull in with that rusty spade
But I’ll wait for the day our little debt is finally paid

Does this bloodless, rotting husk get your sick dick hard?
Smearing your filth in every hole, leaving me scarred
Does this cold, stiff cunt still make you want to blow?
Why the fuck are you taking pictures?
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Now that you’ve met the ghost that’s rotting inside
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Ask me how it feels to have your seed inside my tomb

Did you steal my body ‘cause I was too precious to burn?
Or were you just dying for a cold, tight box to take a turn?
Even the Devil is asking me, laughing his head off
Why does he scream for God when he’s balls-deep in your rot?
You wanna know the worst thing that’s still on my mind?
The way you ripped my dead cherry while I was cold and blind
When the gates of Hell swing wide, I’ll grab your fucking cock
I’ll milk your soul until it screams, and drag you to the rock
‘Cause you’d rape me in the pits of Hell, I know it’s true
Right in front of Satan, while I’m turning black and blue

Does this bloodless, rotting husk get your sick dick hard?
You gonna make me your eternal fleshlight, ripped and marred?
Does this cold, stiff cunt still make you want to blow?
Why the fuck are you taking pictures?
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Now that you’ve met the ghost that’s rotting inside
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Ask me how it feels to have your seed inside my tomb

Does this bloodless, rotting husk get your sick dick hard?
Smearing your filth in every hole, leaving me scarred
Does this cold, stiff cunt still make you want to blow?
Why the fuck are you taking pictures?
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Now that you’ve met the ghost that’s rotting inside
Are you gonna post my rot on the dark web?
Ask me how the worms taste