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2. Molesting The Innocence
Music and text by Mrtifico
Twisted views 'bout newborn life
A pure taste for perversions
Nine months to await to develop our dementia
ChildBirth among the bones of our previous sp*wns
sad*stic conception destined to be devoured
Painful extraction in plasma and blood
Hung by the feet, moribund meat
I beat his face with all my strength
Sadopleasure of molestation
Strangled with the umbilical cord
He sw*llows my vomit, and slowly he chokes
I drink the pus from the wounds and dissect all the mouth
Ablation of the organs, Incisions in the stomach
Sliced and cooked for the supper, the best meal for a father
Eat the flesh of my son, one thing that can prove my love