| Something needs to change, before you have to die! Things to rot, before you have to lie. Some ones screaming crys are echoing in my head. I want to fucking cut your throat and hang you upside down, watch the life bleed out of you. I fucking love to hate you. I fucking love to fucking hate you. You're my Slave. Inside the masters chambers, your chained to the wall, being beaten down, cut loose so you can start to crawl, feel the blade slice the flesh, taste the hate, I express. You're my slave. You've been fucking abused, so You're crys I will not excuse. Accuse me of psychotic sadism all you will, I'll cut and bleed you until Iv had my violent fill. Your my slave, cut, tattered, torn, born to be battered by me. My Slave, Who I save with pain and suffering, torment you, destroy you, tear back the love, replacing peace with shame, your fear is sweet to me dear. I hate you. I fucking hate you. I feel no remorse as I snatch back the layer of skin from your back and grin upon the tender muscles exposed. Shedding your blood upon the floor, spilling the Hate into you, the hate I adore. |
