Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

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

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

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

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

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

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is
As I climax, my thorny drops upon her bloated face

Suddenly her is gone and so is she
He away my only passion in life
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 HATE YOU!!!