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Instincts of perversion
I can hear the call
Of your instincts they are low
This is what I want
I know you're nothing but a whore
I can smell your thirst
You need my insults on you now
I'll step on you at first
So get closer, you're too far
I bless you with my first
The more I beat the more you need
I abuse, I live for this
Make your perversion real through me
I rape you that's fair
To my eyes you're a cheap whore
I call you like that again
So you know who I am
I belong to offense
You belong to abuse
You belong to palm
So you were born to lose
I slay your will
In front of your eyes
I humiliate you
That's what I like
I beat you more I lose control
I can even feel your soul
I want to die in this game
Which I always want to play
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Untold blasphemies
Come here my little son come I'll
heal your sins
Come on tell me more come about the
house of filth
That you try to hide
How does it feel to touch your sister's lust?
She's just flesh like you family of hogs
Playing old games
Confess tell me why? You lie
Confess flesh is all you are, filth
Every touch it feels like a god s bite
Beat my body hardly don't ask me why
Crucify your lust, lick the hanging cross
Never walk out from me or you'll be lost
Fluids, brutality among the scum
Your mother's a bitch as well
Her place is not at home
Confess how your bodies dance
The dance of silent flesh
Confess how every night she's pleased
Hogs of sin playing old games
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Bloodshed
Innocently they got there
On that night of rage
Through their pores we saw the source
Of what makes us rave
Then the wrath would come along
With a violent frame
And an arrow would cross their hearts
Nothing stopped our massive assail
The fists the screames, the struggle
The wrath, the rage, the bleeding
They were lightening the flames
Of our fire, we just made them pay
Bloodshed
None of them could flee
We listened to their plea
Bloodshed
They wanted to bleed
As wrath shots came to us
We felt glorified
We let our fists be our voice
And they covered the night
We dressed our hearts in black
To continue the fight
And a ray guided our hate
Where night shows it's evil side
Blood is what they wished
Someone had to pay
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Forgotten tears
Cruel fantasies
Of someone's dreams
That's what we are
We feel so far in here
Far from their highest plans
Far in our land
'Cause we were born
In a cold womb
I wish I could visit home
To forget this cold
They call us forgotten tears
'Cause no eyes cried for us griefs
When I look for answers
I just find this
I realize we're forgotten tears
I hope their god never finds us |
Twisted
lines
Paint again without colors
Drawling lines is not enough
All your acts aren't drawlings
You can't hide them anymore
You can laugh, but you can't feign
That this line doesn't matter
You can try, but you can't get
What hands need to create
Drawlings vanish, time says
You're about to paint your face
Now watch your step or you could strumble
Strumble on your fucking dirt
You can see, but you can't face
What your fear's about to taste
You can try, but you can't learn
That scorn's what you deserve
Whoever you are
Whatever you want from me
Whatever you say
Fuck off and walk
Draw yourself you'll see nothing
You're just link in a wrong place
The wrong words, the wrong faces
Twisted lines is all what you paint
You can see, but you can't face
What your fear's about to taste
You can try, but you can't learn
That scorn's what you deserve
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Wounds
Rise from deep wounds
From the wounds of the past
The gray skies where doubt flies
Cover all eyes with dust
Cold the winds blow
While rancor grows and stays
Bitter tears inside blind eyes
Their justice is a fake
Nation this time is ours
You beated nation
You won't cry this time
Nation, revenge is ours
Just beated nation
Just believe this time
I promised you I'd die today
Tears won't wet your eyes
I'll be by your side to rise this gun
The gun I have in my hands
We'll see them bleed, reaching the end
They'll draw our smiles
Nation I just feel kind of away now
But I'm still brave
I see some blood running out
So let's take what is ours
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