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, gazing deeply her eyes
she me as a god
We embrace on the floor, spreading her legs
My fleshed forever....

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

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

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

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

Suddenly her Christ is and so is she
He took away my only 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 HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING YOU!!!