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Debauchery — my beloved transgression

Hurting you becomes an obsession

If you could read my thoughts

You'll end your life willingly

Your words are endless barrier for the meaning

In fact my eyes do all the talking

Your sham over-sexuality

Limits your imagination

Your flat intelligence screams for my axe

Your perfect body screams to be maimed

They need to be harmonized

So I brutalize your flesh

My hammer on your mouth

Bringing more sweet sounding words

than you ever said in your fragile life

I leave my mark on your skin

The most valuable gift you will ever receive

My knife through your chest

Your nondescript pathetic being

I turn into a piece of art

You screaming out of joyful gratitude

Your blinking unimportant existence

I turn into endless history

Your twisted ugly face

I turn into a centre of the yellow press

Your blinking unimportant existence

I turn into endless story

Your twisted ugly face

I turn into a piece of art

Your eyes — now screaming for mercy

Mercy has already been given…

Your blinking unimportant existence

I turn into endless history

Your twisted ugly face

I turn into a centre of the yellow press

VORTEX OF FLESH

For the first time in your life

You learned to talk without your mouth

Your eyes — now screaming for mercy

Mercy has already been given.