To whom it may concern, I've committed a heinous crime  Quite a few over the years that I'm losing track with time  A horror in the eye of the public, a disgrace in the heart of man  For years I've kept these deep dark secrets, but now I no longer can  I have this urge, this insistent need  A vile fetish that sets me free  This morbid fascination to lie with the dead  To hold their bodies close to me  To touch them in my bed  Frequently I dream that they're dormant not dead  Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead  Constant voices within the world in my head  I find solace in the arms of the dead  I never considered them to be just corpses, these piles of rotting dead  I'd rather consider them to be good friends  People who wouldn't leave me or hurt me in the end  I find solace in the arms of the dead  Never did I kill someone for my sick and perverse needs  It's not my right to take a life unless it belongs to me  I never meant to hurt anyone  I have a strange disease  A warped, twisted and deranged urge that aches for me to please  I loved all my "friends" without reciprocation  But I must end this now knowing I'll be hated  I'm sorry for all the pain  I'm sorry for all the sorrow  I must take my life  (So I will be) dead long before tomorrow  Frequently I dream that they're dominant not dead  Just receptacles of pleasure and comfort instead  Constant voices within the world in my head  I find solace in the arms of the dead  With this gun in my hand, I take my life, a life you will consider to be evil  One with peace, soon to be free  No more pain shall I feel  No more voices in my head  I found solace now that I am dead