Vehemence - Christ, I Fucking Hate You - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Vehemence

album: God Was Created

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
(F**king 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 f**k 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 F**KING HATE YOU!
CHRIST, I F**KING HATE YOU!
CHRIST, I F**KING HATE YOU!

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