Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

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

Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply her eyes
she me as a god
We passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy forever....

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

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

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

and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny drops upon 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 broken
His possession has robbed me, and all I is hate...

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