Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

Her father lies bleeding, his on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs to signs of relief

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

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

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

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

and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated

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 has robbed me, and all I feel is hate...

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