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• Artiste: Aborted
• Titre: I35
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Through their eyes, decide their fate Reminding me of the face I hate Frustration, a common drug Perversity brought by the one that gave me the 'gift' of life Their fucking eyes, driving my acrimony Oh, how I plead for extinction You psychosexual, retarded cunts Call me prophet of extirpation I will bring you salvation As I violate and defile End you worthless existence Feed the wrath within Beating to pulp, adrenaline rushing, Thrusting Eden into my veins I pleasure none less than divine Redeem yourself, prisine excitement Atonement of the sins, the blood I shed The excretion of an ingrate god Through their lies, relentless rage Reminiscence of the cunt I hate Internecion, my daily drug Perversity brought by the one that gave me the 'gift' of life Their fucking eyes, driving my acrimony No guilt, no remorse No fake pretentions For all the lives I've taken For the concubines slain Engorging recklessly This path of gore and debris Misogynic carnage Relive the first kill, over and over again Continuous bloodshed to purify her lie-spreading throat With goreastic entrails I am adorn No guilt, no remorse No fake pretentions For all the tramps I've buried For the concubines slain misogynic carnage Redeem myself, pristine excitement Atonement of the pleasure, the gore I spread The excretion of a butchered cunt Psychotic bereavement of the ecstasy I crave