Album: God Was Created (2002)
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 & cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
(F*cking her, this is my Fantasy!)
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth & her ass
I´m the one whom she will remember always
As he who made her tremble with 1st orgasm
My body now growing numb I do not 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*ck me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she´s for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly...
Cartilage & veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face
Suddenly her Christ is gone & so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I´ve is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, & all I feel is hate...
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
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