Lyrics Christ, I Fucking Hate You - Vehemence

Christ, I Fucking Hate You

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief
Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever?.
I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she?
ll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm
My body now growing numb I don?
t know why
I can feel my insides changing into?
a god
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes
She gets to fuck me!
The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly?
Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face
Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate?
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!