Pagan Lorn - Production lyrics

Tonight a carnivore is out Lust burning in his head The need for flesh leads him Right between your thights Violent energy hammers His body into yours, animalistic rituals No love, just wantoness No love, just wantoness Lust, physical, liquids, blood One big piece Of meat they are Slaves of s**uality Careless sinners Producing A hunger for Someone's most infected And rotten parts One constant Rythm of work For the bad machine Extending your hole s**ing out The entire pride Of the partner's meat Crude penetration It makes him roar Body against body Sweat, saliva, and s**m And once again he scores...