I find scratching at the coffin lid Smashing through the carpenters work with great strength Your near ones, mourners, left long ago Youre all mine now How I wish you could rise How I wish youd look into my eyes But you stare blindly into the dark Yet I pretend youre smiling I need your cold gray skin against mine Penetrating every rotten hole, drooling in your face Taste your flesh, wish mine would taste the same Panic strikes me, I vomit upon your chest How I wish you would rise How I wish youd look into my eyes But you just lie there Yet I pretend youre dead We cannot meet like this, but still, youre all I have I must stab my flesh and prepare for the next life Each sharp edge to my life makes my urge stronger
wish, mine, pretend, youd, carpenter