Fuck Off And Die
You Must Suffer, Bitch
The smell of your flesh
cause me a strange feeling
of desire and nausea
You need kisses and empty words
understanding and disgusting romanticism
in this way you can hide how much you are whore
Face against the floor
While I pull your hair
You are drowing in your tears and blood
Perform the Requiem Aeternum to your asshole
The only task of your existance
is the procreation of the human race
Are you satisfyed of my service?
Shut up and suffer bitch!
From Paroles Mania