Another smile

coming from you to me

making me completely down

when money were in the air

you were like a bitch



It is enough of mortification

repulsing a sex with me

certainly someone else

will fuck you to the core ...

but now few things will change

cause I have decided



Blood of whore

God Bless this Gore

Blood of whore

God Bless this Gore



The knife is not just kitchen instrument

it can be a part of your body

I can see your skin of beauty

pruned of the piece after piece



No more smiling face

just suffering mask

now you'd like to get my remission

no way - it is too late

now I have to finish this act



Crying screaming bloody gore

shit comes from you while

another shoot is done

your hair aglutinated by blood

falling in your face cold

you are dying !



Shooting cutting blood spattering

the floor has changed

into sea of blood

finally you are fallen down

I feel great

I will give you a last chance..

You may die !!!



Blood of whore

God Bless this Gore