歌曲 | Lusting For Affection |
歌手 | Vehemence |
专辑 | God Was Created |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young | |
His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind | |
Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent | |
Mother just sat there watching the | |
TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn’t love her if she died he wouldn’t care | |
So now he’s so cold with no emotion | |
And no one matters | |
All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion (He feels nothing) | |
Day to day lusting after flesh | |
Feeling satisfied with penetration | |
All the girls in his mind | |
Fantasy merely postpones his wrath | |
Acting out, soon follows | |
Walking dead women waiting to die | |
Fingernails embedded deep into flesh | |
Straddling his body gyrating slowly | |
Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently | |
Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time | |
Digging through her garbage, searching for something | |
Picking through remnants of her daily patterns | |
Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night’s dinner | |
His heart growing fonder with every load he takes | |
Dreaming of what is to come for this girl | |
Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis | |
Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence……..her sorrow | |
His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive……..she’s his | |
His collection now nearing completion | |
He knows everything | |
His parents are blamed, his misperception | |
They created his problems | |
His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine | |
Sex is what drives him | |
His first is special, and so beautiful | |
She doesn’t know what’s coming……. |
He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young | |
His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind | |
Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent | |
Mother just sat there watching the | |
TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn' t love her if she died he wouldn' t care | |
So now he' s so cold with no emotion | |
And no one matters | |
All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion He feels nothing | |
Day to day lusting after flesh | |
Feeling satisfied with penetration | |
All the girls in his mind | |
Fantasy merely postpones his wrath | |
Acting out, soon follows | |
Walking dead women waiting to die | |
Fingernails embedded deep into flesh | |
Straddling his body gyrating slowly | |
Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently | |
Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time | |
Digging through her garbage, searching for something | |
Picking through remnants of her daily patterns | |
Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night' s dinner | |
His heart growing fonder with every load he takes | |
Dreaming of what is to come for this girl | |
Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis | |
Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence.. her sorrow | |
His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive.. she' s his | |
His collection now nearing completion | |
He knows everything | |
His parents are blamed, his misperception | |
They created his problems | |
His mind is feeble, like a rapemachine | |
Sex is what drives him | |
His first is special, and so beautiful | |
She doesn' t know what' s coming. |
He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young | |
His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind | |
Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent | |
Mother just sat there watching the | |
TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn' t love her if she died he wouldn' t care | |
So now he' s so cold with no emotion | |
And no one matters | |
All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion He feels nothing | |
Day to day lusting after flesh | |
Feeling satisfied with penetration | |
All the girls in his mind | |
Fantasy merely postpones his wrath | |
Acting out, soon follows | |
Walking dead women waiting to die | |
Fingernails embedded deep into flesh | |
Straddling his body gyrating slowly | |
Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently | |
Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time | |
Digging through her garbage, searching for something | |
Picking through remnants of her daily patterns | |
Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night' s dinner | |
His heart growing fonder with every load he takes | |
Dreaming of what is to come for this girl | |
Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis | |
Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence.. her sorrow | |
His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive.. she' s his | |
His collection now nearing completion | |
He knows everything | |
His parents are blamed, his misperception | |
They created his problems | |
His mind is feeble, like a rapemachine | |
Sex is what drives him | |
His first is special, and so beautiful | |
She doesn' t know what' s coming. |