Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Murder, Art

Caught, now mine
I am the master of whipping time
The smile on my
The look of horror on face

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

You're nothing an of animation
A mannequin
into submission
Raping and again

Shackled, my
in distress
Here to
My sole never ends

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

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

to my torments
Scream to your content
Time, time
Pleasure in inflicting

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