Between The Buried & Me The Need For Repetition
Whip that child, stretch that child...
drag them through your dreams of lust...
raise the skirt...stroke the thigh...leech!!
This blood will never clot.
It pours down the chin of every child,
every life touched by your sick instinct.
f..cking whore.
f..cking whore of disgust., f..cking whore.
f..cking whore of disgust, f..cking whore.
f..cking whore of disgust, f..cking whore.
f..cking whore of disgust.
Castrate the f..ck.
Beat the f..cker to death.
Castrate the f..ck.
Beat the f..cker to death.
Your life paid but the sweat of your disgusting sex.
Their innocent tears every inch of life
that went into those tears and beautiful minds.
Castrate the f..ck.
Beat the f..cker to death.
Castrate the f..ck.
Beat the f..cker to death, f..cker to death,
f..cker to death, f..cker to death.
