Debauchery - my beloved transgression
Hurting you becomes an obsession
If you could read my thoughts
You'll end your life willingly

Your words are endless barrier for the meaning
In fact my eyes do all the talking
Your sham over-sexuality
Limits your imagination

Your flat intelligence screams for my axe
Your perfect body screams to be maimed
They need to be harmonized
So I brutalize your flesh

My hammer on your mouth
Bringing more sweet sounding words
than you ever said in your fragile life
I leave my mark on your skin

The most valuable gift you will ever receive

My knife through your chest
Your nondescript pathetic being
I turn into a piece of art
You screaming out of joyful gratitude

4.Your blinking unimportant existence
I turn into endless history
Your twisted ugly face
I turn into a center of the yellow press

Your blinking unimportant existence
I turn into endless story
Your twisted ugly face
I turn into a piece of art
Your eyes - now screaming for mercy
Mercy has already been given...

Your blinking unimportant existence
I turn into endless history
Your twisted ugly face
I turn into a center of the yellow press

Vortex of Flesh

For the first time in your life
You learned to talk without your mouth
Your eyes - now screaming for mercy
Mercy has already been given.

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