Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Murder, Art

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

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

nothing an object of animation
A subjective
Beaten into
Raping and again

Shackled, my
Dangling in
to discipline
My sole never ends

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

Nothing, an object of
A mannequin
into submission
Raping and again

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

Power so
to circumvent
Unadulterated
Manipulated reality, God is dead, I am