歌曲 | Made Her For Jesus |
歌手 | Vehemence |
专辑 | God Was Created |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
JESUS! Sacred and ancient her images of what he was enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
A picture of beauty and perfection | |
Halo vividly backing a man of such flawlessness | |
Lusting eyes easily attracting the whore | |
Laying in her bed, mind drifting to her own self-consumed fantasy | |
What has he done to deserve her, not even daddy can take her here | |
Glassy slitted eyes wander across the fading wallpaper | |
Absorbing visions of a large wooden crucifix and the picture of her lord | |
She loves the picture of her lord… “ | |
This cross took his life,” she thinks in perverted passion her fingers caress the swollen pink lips that were made for her | |
Jesus… She feels a wrath that is so comforting feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bedsprings creak as raise to her feet holding her crotch stumble forward | |
Blindly reaches | |
Forward dimly lit | |
Comforting haven | |
This sickening spectacle | |
Virgin scraping at her clit grab the cross from the wall her secretions flow | |
As the twinkling | |
Diamond doorknob | |
Turns and the light | |
Shines in the old man | |
Stands with little girl | |
His silhouette cast | |
Across the dark wall | |
Changing so slightly | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting… | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget… | |
Sacred and ancient her images of what he was | |
Enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bed springs creak as she raises to her feet | |
Holding her crotch stumbling forward blindly, she reaches forward | |
Grabbing the cross from the wall, her secretions flow as the twinkling diamond doorknob turns and the light shines in | |
The old man stands watching his little girl, his silhouette cast across the dark wall changing so slightly | |
His hardness foreshadows what is to come | |
He whispers out the name of their savior and walks up to her… |
JESUS! Sacred and ancient her images of what he was enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
A picture of beauty and perfection | |
Halo vividly backing a man of such flawlessness | |
Lusting eyes easily attracting the whore | |
Laying in her bed, mind drifting to her own selfconsumed fantasy | |
What has he done to deserve her, not even daddy can take her here | |
Glassy slitted eyes wander across the fading wallpaper | |
Absorbing visions of a large wooden crucifix and the picture of her lord | |
She loves the picture of her lord " | |
This cross took his life," she thinks in perverted passion her fingers caress the swollen pink lips that were made for her | |
Jesus She feels a wrath that is so comforting feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bedsprings creak as raise to her feet holding her crotch stumble forward | |
Blindly reaches | |
Forward dimly lit | |
Comforting haven | |
This sickening spectacle | |
Virgin scraping at her clit grab the cross from the wall her secretions flow | |
As the twinkling | |
Diamond doorknob | |
Turns and the light | |
Shines in the old man | |
Stands with little girl | |
His silhouette cast | |
Across the dark wall | |
Changing so slightly | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Sacred and ancient her images of what he was | |
Enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bed springs creak as she raises to her feet | |
Holding her crotch stumbling forward blindly, she reaches forward | |
Grabbing the cross from the wall, her secretions flow as the twinkling diamond doorknob turns and the light shines in | |
The old man stands watching his little girl, his silhouette cast across the dark wall changing so slightly | |
His hardness foreshadows what is to come | |
He whispers out the name of their savior and walks up to her |
JESUS! Sacred and ancient her images of what he was enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
A picture of beauty and perfection | |
Halo vividly backing a man of such flawlessness | |
Lusting eyes easily attracting the whore | |
Laying in her bed, mind drifting to her own selfconsumed fantasy | |
What has he done to deserve her, not even daddy can take her here | |
Glassy slitted eyes wander across the fading wallpaper | |
Absorbing visions of a large wooden crucifix and the picture of her lord | |
She loves the picture of her lord " | |
This cross took his life," she thinks in perverted passion her fingers caress the swollen pink lips that were made for her | |
Jesus She feels a wrath that is so comforting feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bedsprings creak as raise to her feet holding her crotch stumble forward | |
Blindly reaches | |
Forward dimly lit | |
Comforting haven | |
This sickening spectacle | |
Virgin scraping at her clit grab the cross from the wall her secretions flow | |
As the twinkling | |
Diamond doorknob | |
Turns and the light | |
Shines in the old man | |
Stands with little girl | |
His silhouette cast | |
Across the dark wall | |
Changing so slightly | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Sacred and ancient her images of what he was | |
Enshrined upon her bedroom wall | |
She feels a warmth that is so comforting | |
A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget | |
Bed springs creak as she raises to her feet | |
Holding her crotch stumbling forward blindly, she reaches forward | |
Grabbing the cross from the wall, her secretions flow as the twinkling diamond doorknob turns and the light shines in | |
The old man stands watching his little girl, his silhouette cast across the dark wall changing so slightly | |
His hardness foreshadows what is to come | |
He whispers out the name of their savior and walks up to her |