Paroles de Christ, i fucking hate you!

Vehemence

pochette album Christ, i fucking hate you!
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Date de parution : 04/06/2002

Durée : 0:05:02

Style : Rock



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Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief

Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
She worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever....

I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
(fucking her, this is my fantasy!)
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm

My body now growing numb i don't know why
I can feel my insides changing into...a god
(what is wrong? who am i becoming?)
I become her jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes

She gets to fuck me! the son of god!
A fantasy she has for pain i inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly...

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As i climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face

Suddenly her christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all i have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all i feel is hate...

Christ, i fucking hate you!!!
Christ, i fucking hate you!!!
Christ, i fucking hate you!!!

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