Paroles de Homovore

Pleasure demands pain I'll divide you, I'll conquer you The depths of essential senses Hospitality of a broken neck Anal domination, a broken neck Privitism, a broken neck I'll writhe this open blossom My art, a tribute in pain Sodomy, sodomy, sodomy The liquids of my lust Are feeding your brand new opened mouth The one I drilled on your chest Welcome, divine, erase Flesh apart from face You should see your face now No fucking disguise now You should see your grace now Soiled but graceful.