Luyện nghe bài hát Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

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

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

I shove myself into her, gasping 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 away
His dick went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble first orgasm

My body now growing numb I know why
I can my insides changing into...a god
is wrong? Who am I becoming?]
I her Jesus in the flesh
on my hands pouring from gaping holes

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

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

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

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