nothing will ever quit embrace the beauty captured in this song. reminds me of a world from days of 17 forever 

Silk gloves on, it’s time to rot
Slide through the fridge, find the warmest spot
The candles drip, the vinyl sweats
I wear your limbs like dinner vest

Bass so thick, the slabs undress
Body temp? I guess...

I’m the corpse fucker, night-time sucker
Boots stay on while the flesh gets slacker
I’m the love-lick lizard in a meat motel
Moaning through a trench coat, hard as hell

I lube the tomb with olive brine
A little funk with my formaldehyde
Snap your bones like bubble wrap
Grind to the beat in my autopsy lab

Slide it slow, don’t lose the shoe
Consent? It's déjà-vu

I’m the corpse fucker, funk transducer
Thrusting in a casket like a disco cruiser
Rigor mortis gives me grip and thrill
Let me slurp that soul like a NyQuil pill

She said “you stink”—I said “thank you, babe”
This lard-slicked ride’s got a license to grave
Crank that bass till your marrow squirts
Dead or alive, love always hurts

No heartbeat? No big deal
You still feel real...

I’m the corpse fucker, groove enforcer
Humping in a hearse like a body sorcerer
Throw me bones, I bring the jam
Death ain’t dry when you’re built like ham

Kiss Land (Explicit Version)

The Weeknd

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