Joe was a man from the country
 With a lot of apples on his trees
 Never wanted to be a bad guy
 Now that's all he can be

 Since his wife and his kids died
 He lives an awful lonely life
 And there is just one single thing
 That keeps him satisfied

 Nekrophilian Love
 The demon inside
 Makes him feel alive

 He nourishes from their souls
 That's how he fills his holes
 Holes of sadness and grief
 Has lost all of his beliefs

 Joe used to be an optimist
 Never ever made use of his fists
 But now there is no way out
 He is a monster, there is no doubt

 Hey Sugar,
 I want you so
 I want you so bad
 You blood looks like your cherry lips
 But they'll soon turn into blue