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Merzbow / S.B.O.T.H.I. Lyrics

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A medical emergency where a patient's heart has stopped beating and requires immediate attention

I never got along with the girls at my school
The singer didn't have good relationships with girls at their school

Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
The singer was burdened with subjective values and standards that didn't align with his own beliefs

They'd pile all their problems on my head
The girls would burden the artist with their issues

I'd rather go out and fuck the dead
The artist finds solace in necrophilia

'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
The singer feels empowered by the lack of judgment from dead bodies

I want to fuck I want to fuck the dead
The singer's obsession with necrophilia is clear

Middle of the night so silently
The artist operates in secrecy and under the cover of darkness

I creep on over to the mortuary
The artist goes to where the dead bodies are kept

Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
The artist is physically interacting with dead bodies

Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
The singer is sexually aroused by the cold, blue flesh of the dead bodies

And I don't even care how she died...
The artist has no interest in the cause of death of a dead body

But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
The singer finds the smell of formaldehyde to be a turn-on

Never on the rag or say leave me alone
The singer finds it easier to deal with dead bodies than live women who have periods or express their own desires

They don't scream and they don't moan
Dead bodies don't make any noise or complain

Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair
The artist has no qualms with ejaculating on a dead body's hair

Lying on the table she smiles and she stares
The artist finds pleasure and comfort in the dead body's stillness and lack of emotion

'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
The singer repeats this line, emphasizing how important the lack of judgment from dead bodies is to him

I want to fuck I want to fuck the dead
The singer repeats this line, cementing their obsession with necrophilia

Middle of the night so silently
The artist repeats this line, reiterating the secrecy and discretion that comes with his actions

I creep on over to the mortuary
The artist repeats this line, emphasizing the physical location of his actions

Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
The artist repeats this line, highlighting his physical interactions with the dead bodies

Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
The singer repeats this line, emphasizing the sexual arousal he gets from the dead bodies