Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Murder, Art

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

Self,
rid the sexual fascination
Can you
My of pleasure the gleam in my eye

You're nothing an of animation
A subjective
Beaten submission
Raping and again

Shackled, my
in distress
Here to
My sole never ends

Bleeding on your
My is what I need
The urge to my fist
And violate orifice

Nothing, an object of
A subjective
Beaten into
again and again

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

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