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 v*****, she used to be a virgin w****
[f****** her, this is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that away
His d*** only went in her mouth and her a**
I am the one whom she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first o*****
My body now growing numb I dont 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 f*** me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her b****** 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 f****** HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I f****** HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I f****** HATE YOU!!!
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 v*****, she used to be a virgin w****
[f****** her, this is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that away
His d*** only went in her mouth and her a**
I am the one whom she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first o*****
My body now growing numb I dont 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 f*** me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her b****** 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 f****** HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I f****** HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I f****** HATE YOU!!!