Daily Life Cycles of abuse Life is for the Masters Rape is another day for slaves
I have debts to pay So the Mistress says My torment It never ends
If that's all then please excuse me I have lacerations to mend This day was harsh but I remain hopeful and bright I have hope that tomorrow will bring only rape
Today I was strung up Sold to a vile man Hanging face towards the ground He cut my clothes off from the chest down to my thin waist
The knife dug in too deep and a vertical cut was made Having too much fun, he added a horizontal cut, spilling my stomach out onto the floor Pulling out my intestines, he wrapped them around his dick, forcing the gore into my mouth, cumming deep in the back of my throat A not unfamiliar taste I have hope that tomorrow will bring only rape
Immortality is fit for abuse I can be sold again by tomorrow morning I can't die Oh, how they've tried Eternal life is eternal pain
How can it be An anomaly like me could give birth? My only joy
Today I was made humble "We are now selling your child as an exotic attraction. A deluxe set with his underage mother."
I dare not test my babies strength But humans are so cruel Who could imagine how depraved people could be?
They will cut and stab as long as we keep on twitching They've amputated my limbs and left me on the floor I'm watching helplessly Time for the main event
A household appliance Inside it was my baby I could see how hard their dicks were They flaunted that machine in front of me I cried His crying wails fogged up the glass before they pushed the button rendering him to a bloody slurry
I vomited They laughed and sucked it up with syringes, injecting the vomit into my eyes "No more crying" Last thing I saw was my baby spilled on the floor They've slit my throat "Speech is not for slaves" I have hope that tomorrow will bring only rape
Today is another day of my daily life Along with my baby We have been sold once againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
