Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

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

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

I shove 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 than to take away
His dick went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she'll remember
As he who made her tremble with orgasm

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

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

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

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

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