Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Murder, Art

Caught, now you're
I am the master of your whipping
The smile on my
The look of on your face

Self,
Can't rid the sexual
Can you
My face of the gleam in my eye

You're nothing an object of
A subjective
Beaten into
Raping again and

Shackled, my
in distress
Here to
My sole purpose never

on your knees
My satisfaction is I need
The urge to my fist
And every orifice

Nothing, an of animation
A mannequin
Beaten submission
Raping and again

to my torments
Scream to heart's content
Time, time
Pleasure in inflicting

so intense
Trying to
Unadulterated
Manipulated reality, God is dead, I am