Vehemence lyrics
Vehemence lyrics
"Whore Cunt Die lyrics"
Travelling Infinity lyrics
If I could be the image of imagination I wouldn't be here standing in the rain If I could see all the colours of the rainbow As they're fading Then today wouldn't be so
If I could be the image of imagination I wouldn't be here standing in the rain If I could see all the colours of the rainbow As they're fading Then today wouldn't be so
I could tell you tales of morbid visions, thoughts from which I hide
The fear within this shell that I call my soul reflects the darkness
This pit of agony into which
I have been cast by those who do not see the pain
Draining down you inner thigh, what you knew as sex
Nails I drive deep into the vagina, ceasing the piercing screams
What was once your cunt is now my throbbing toy
I drive the hammer deeper to block the pain from my mind
This bloody whore who I once told I loved
Has become a pile of mangled flesh swarming with insect
As I dissect her unborn fetus I hear her whisper one last cry
Begging her false prophet for forgiveness,
I rape her in the name of Jesus Christ
I feel no shame for this disgrace, this atrocity
Her very existence bein
Night Drive lyrics
Lay back baby and we?ll do this right There?s blankets in back we can use I?ll start the car, but we?ll stay in park A quilt can kill us before fumes Now?s the right time for a
g an abomination to humanityLay back baby and we?ll do this right There?s blankets in back we can use I?ll start the car, but we?ll stay in park A quilt can kill us before fumes Now?s the right time for a
There are so many like her waiting to be dead
My insanity is my creativity while clearing out my mind
These things that I have done are purged from memory
But those which linger turn my vision black
I wish I could turn my hatred on myself, I want to die
But there is a dark force which seems to hold me back
Pleading with her god to make my torme
Fora Da Lei lyrics
(Ed Motta/Rita Lee) Cidade nua Noite neon Gata de rua faz ron-ron ao luar Saio da cama Pulo a janela Ningu?m como ela, ao luar Mia, arranha o c?u Mia, lua de mel ao l?u, we
nt stop(Ed Motta/Rita Lee) Cidade nua Noite neon Gata de rua faz ron-ron ao luar Saio da cama Pulo a janela Ningu?m como ela, ao luar Mia, arranha o c?u Mia, lua de mel ao l?u, we
Hearing my own cries, I drive myself deep
Hoping she lives through my climax so she can choke
On the steaming slop which i spurt all over her face
That whore must die
I want this vision of torment to live forever in my mind
To stifle the agony that tears ravenously at my soul
Her death will secure my piece of mind for now
But soon another cunt will die for Satan