Wet Dreams کے بول

I see noone, noone sees me It's so exiting in the fog! I can't see you in the mist But I want to touch you Bloody fingers curled in fist Cover me with stinky dew Biting, stabbing, raping, slapping It's so exiting in the fog! Feed my lust, bloody lust! Be careful not to step on the smashed head Brain and puss are flowing out - you are dead You won't feel it in the milky haze Till beside appears wrathful face Blind and doomed they're wandering in mud In the twilight of their seconds Crying, sobbing, howling, shrieking Die exiting in the fog!