Paroles de Molesting The Innocence

Twisted views 'bout newborn life A pure taste for perversions Nine months to await to develop our dementia ChildBirth among the bones of our previous spawns Sadistic conception destined to be devoured Painful extraction in plasma and blood Hung by the feet, moribund meat I beat his face with all my strength Sadopleasure of molestation Strangled with the umbilical cord He swallows my vomit, and slowly he chokes I drink the pus from the wounds and dissect all the mouth Ablation of the organs, Incisions in the stomach Sliced and cooked for the supper, the best meal for a father Eat the flesh of my son, one thing that can prove my love