Hypocrisy Pleasure Of Molestation текст песни, слова песни Pleasure Of Molestation Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy - Pleasure Of Molestation
Some say, in God's ear.
I'm yours 'til you find my noose.
Your name, brought us here.
To molest, this evil boy.
God's own destiny.
Brought you to me!
At the altar they recently found you.
Running loose with hellish volition.
In here your soul will be dead.
All livings beings will rot in Hell!
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Call my name, I will be.
An admission that ceased to exist.
I curse, thee whom I save.
Darkening, will son be here.
Wait, sacrifice my live.
With this evil unholy knife.
With the opening hand to a god.
Fuck Jesus Christ!
Slaves of the Lie, they needed eyes.
Users, beggars, believe yours.
I won't deny!