.Wearing the disguise of the working class
I use my occupation to fulfill my desires,
When you're dead you'll be mine at last
You cold, naked body, recently expired
How can I resist
Your sagging breasts?
Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death
When I put the embalmin.
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