Killing Miranda - Burn Sinister

Love is a story without meaning; write an ending for me now
Grave words so charming, so disarming - reach for me below
Is this stiffness rigor mortis? You'll be with me soon
Smell of formaldehyde and perfume: well, I feel the earth move

Come take me now, my love, among the cerements
Come kiss my ice-blue lips, my cold dead flesh

Liaisons in the mortuary are away from prying eyes
I am forever yours, my sweet: romance this rotten meat
Is this stiffness rigor mortis? You'll be with me soon
Smell of formaldehyde and perfume: well, I feel the earth move

Come take me now, my love, among the cerements
Come kiss my ice-blue lips, my cold dead flesh
My cold dead flesh
My cold dead flesh
My cold dead flesh

Come take me now, my love, among the cerements
Come kiss my ice-blue lips, my cold dead flesh
Come take me now, my love, among the cerements
Come kiss my ice-blue lips, my cold dead flesh
Yeah

I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting for you
I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting for you
For you
I'm not dead
Oh, I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting
Oh, I'm not dead, only waiting for you
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
Burn, burn, burn sinister, burn sinister
Burn, burn, burn