please come to me, my living dead girl

show me the dreams, that haunt the dead

a taste of the earth, my living dead girl

your chill blue lips, and the need for flesh

missed your funeral, but visit your gravesite, i call to you, from beyond the veil

i miss your touch, my living dead girl, i miss the smell, of your long blonde hair

do you dream of me, my living dead girl, do you miss the warmth, of my sweet caress

the stench of death, it only feeds into my despair, can you hear me scream, that life isn’t fair

burnt down the church, where they held your service, drank a pint of rum, as smoke filled the air

please come to me, my living dead girl

show me the dreams, that haunt the dead

a taste of the earth, my living dead girl

your chill blue lips, and the need for flesh