Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to of relief

Touching her tear-stained cheek, deeply into her eyes
she me as a god
We passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fleshed forever....

I shove myself gently into her, gasping she and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin
[Fucking her, is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that
His dick went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she'll remember
As he who made her tremble with orgasm

My body now growing numb I don't why
I can feel my changing into...a god
is wrong? Who am I becoming?]
I her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping

She to fuck me! The Son of God!
A she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so
And around her neck tightly...

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is
As I climax, my thorny drops upon her bloated face

Suddenly her Christ is and so is she
He away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of flesh
His possession has me, and all I feel is hate...

CHRIST, I FUCKING YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING YOU!!!
CHRIST, I HATE YOU!!!