All your face's worms, This is my blur vision
Taste of your flesh, my throat takes you breath
And the essence is Depravation.
Beatiful are your legs which embrace me
Perspiration runs in our hands, as I come in, you tremble.
Purity was broken, our bodies seem like one
Running out of blood in your fucking veins.
Clotted blood goes across the cold void
Pure cold hatred.
You get excited in complicity with my eyes
I will take your skin, devouring your scent.
Spit your fucking secrets out
Why has to be this way?
And all her crap, it gets rot deep in the sea of your warm corpse.
Look at my cursed eyes, scream to my ears.
behold your instinct wanting for more
Your warm inside perverts me more and more.
This goes beyond me, it's something that I love, I can't resist
behead the purity.
All your face's worms, This is my blur vision
Taste of your flesh, this Repulsion in me.
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