Cunting fucking whore, God I hate your face Contemptuous supreme Beat you to a pulp, force feed fucking feces Vomit on your face now Scratching out your eyes, urine flows through me Filling up the holes Here to make you bleed, here to make you suffer Here to make you die! How it shall be...
Oh how I love to feel the power of control over you My puppet to do as I wish... Existence obsolete Torturous ways are the motivation for my satisfaction Not enough methods on this Earth to cleanse your soul
Cunting fucking whore, God I hate your face Contemptuous supreme Beat you to a pulp, force feed fucking feces Vomit on your face now Scratching out your eyes, urine flows through me Filling up the holes Here to make you bleed, here to make you suffer Here to make you die! How it shall be...
Complete control is ultimately what has been achieved here The breakdown of your ego crumbling rapidly, right where it belongs You were born to suffer, you are here for me, you are here to die A worthless piece of meat hanging from hooks and chains
It warms my heart to kill you and claim your life for my own A sense of calm washes over me to see you suspended and mangled
Coming into my own, I like it, slow your body rots Blood is dripping to the floor and I taste it... Exquisite Collecting as much of your blood as I can to smear it on my body Your sticky life fluid all over me makes me want to fuck
With my love shaft standing at attention I ram it in your vaginal cavity Moans of pleasure and heavy breathing warm your cold dead face You have no idea of the things that you've given me... I can't express it properly Satisfaction a temporary veil of calm until murder beckons me againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
