F.O.D. Songtext

Deep in the coffin,death prevails
slowly awaiting rotting entrails
naked cadaver,ready to mount
open the mouth,go down for the count
White and clammy,cold as ice
f*** of death,will suffice
bury my face in her stench of death
kissing those lips without any breath
Drain the blood from the neck
into the macabre,nightly trek