Lyrics Grotesque in Pleasure, Rotten in Vice - Handful of Hate

Grotesque in Pleasure, Rotten in Vice

Punish harder, I scorn your whip
Abuse me seriously
I want to be crucified by your hands
Be your anger!
Go ahead until the flesh becomes livid
A whore crowned by thorns laughs
In front of my painful joy
Piss on this bleeding chest!
Tear off your maternal breasts
Crown the dean of this earthly church!
… of this earthly church!
Exalt my nature!
Lubricate in your own blood
Blindfold take pleasure
These worms crawl in scorn
Idol of perfection
The symmetry of pain
Devours your nasty orgasm
Now smile beyond the shame!
Whip!
Strict bitch
The plague between diseases
Cut your florid womb
Be pregnant by my barren seed
Fat and sterile
Venomous and sick
Grotesque in pleasure rotten in vice
Catharsis through the tears of abuse
Fire to the idols of mankind