Dreamingdeadgirls

What turns me on the most is a girl without a pulse
I don't need no heartbeat beating inside
An empty chest is enough

What goes on in her mind
When her mind has rotted away
I don't need no one to tell me it's love
When the flesh begins to decay

But I need to know

What do the dead dream after they die?
I dream of dead girls every night
Tonight I'll find one to lay beside
The dreaming dead girls are always on my mind

The quickest way to the heart
Is to cut through her fucking chest
I never minded the scars
But I hate to clean the mess