Vehemence Christ, I Fucking Hate You! lyrics

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
(Fucking her, this is my fantasy)

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

(What is wrong? Who am I becoming?)
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