Starring through broken glass at my next victim cracked lips and burnt fingertips and ive lost control her purse is not my prize its between her thighs following close behind she wont leave my sight closing in for the kill blood spatters my face as her body I rape screaming and squirming she cries out for help too late I realize the blood I have spilledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
