(E.de Brouwer/S.Gebédi)
For years and years, the suffering, the tears Imprisonment in my private hell Sexual abuse, humiliation, castration, mentally deranged Scarred for life by a woman’s insane mind Her spirit still possesses me, even though she died Her daughter will suffer, revenge on her progeny Kill the ones she loves, right before her eyes Concentration-victim in sight Penetration-the law of the knife Female garbage-screaming in pain Slaughtered bitches-all sound the same I tie you up as I slice them up, I’ll make you watch, you have to watch I push their guts back into their mouths, I slit their throats and suck ‘em out again Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore ! I started out to make you suffer, to drown your soul in agony But now the tide has turned, the setting has changed-it hits me in the face Again I’m a servant to your perverted game You’re just like your mother, you’re messing with my brain Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore !
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