s*x. Murder. Art.

Caught Now you're mine I am the murder of your whipping time The smile On my lips The look of horror on your face Self Justification Can't rid the s*xual fascination Can You deny My face of pleasure the gleam in my eye You're nothing An object of animation A subjective mannequin Beaten into submission Raping again and again Shackled My princess Dangling in distress Here To discipline My sole purpose never ends Bleeding On your knees My satisfaction is what I need The urge To take my fist And violate every orifice You're nothing An object of animation A subjective mannequin Beaten into submission Raping again and again Slaves to my torments Scream to your heart's content Time and time again Pleasure in inflicting pain Power so intense Trying to circumvent Unadulterated battery Manipulated reality God is dead I am alive --- s*x. Murder. Art. - Slayer