Another smile
coming from you to me
making me completely down
when money were in the air
you were like a b**h
It is enough of mortification
repulsing a s** with me
certainly someone else
will f** you to the core ...
but now few things will change
cause I have decided
Blood of who*e
God Bless this Gore
Blood of who*e
God Bless this Gore
The knife is not just kitchen instrument
it can be a part of your body
I can see your skin of beauty
pruned of the piece after piece
No more smiling face
just suffering mask
now you'd like to get my remission
no way - it is too late
now I have to finish this act
Crying screaming bloody gore
sh** comes from you while
another shoot is done
your hair aglutinated by blood
falling in your face cold
you are dying !
Shooting cutting blood spattering
the floor has changed
into sea of blood
finally you are fallen down
I feel great
I will give you a last chance..
You may die !!!
Blood of who*e
God Bless this Gore