Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

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

Touching her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her
My fantasy forever....

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

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

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

Cartilage and popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown upon her bloated face

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

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