Death and Sex

i used to dream of a perfect girl until you came along
there were always this lost of beauty that rested in your eyes
i can't sit here and pretend that i'm alright
fine now i cant even see straight
why does love have to hurt?
whenever i touch your thighs
i can see every guy in my mind
that has ever fucked you
i get so confused
don't know what to do
i wanna make love to you
laying in your bed
i start to picture me cutting off his head
i swear i never been the violent type of guy
even on the days that i'm high
but i'm glad i got this shit off my chest
maybe one day i'll be able to lay down and rest
death and sex all in one day
what much can i say?
you always say "deeper" so deeper i go
but my dirty sick fantasy you will never know
i stay inside you and then pull out
you start to bleed and always said ouch
i try to put ducktape over your mouth
but that's when you bite me
the pain, the blood, all of it i love
i wake up the next morning you are gone
i guess that means we didn't get along?
so i walk into your closet and reach up
thats when i take out the head of your ex lover
put it on your bedroom table
as his empty eye sockets are locked on into mine
am i mad? nah i'm just a jealous bashful murderer
laying in your bed with your ex lover's head in my hand.