Hocico - Untold Blasphemies | Текст песни

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Come here my little son, come
I'll heal your sins,
Come on tell me more, come
about the house of filth,
That you try to hide.

How does it feel to touch your sister's lust?
She's just flesh like you
family of hogs
Playing old games.

Confess, tell me why? You lie,
Confess, flesh is all you are, filth.

Every touch it feels like a god's bite,
Beat my body hardly don't ask me why.

Crucify your lust, lick the hanging cross,
Never walk out from me or you'll be lost.

Fluids, brutality among the scum,
Your mother's a bitch as well
Her place is not home.
Confess how your bodies dance
The dance of silent flesh,
Confess how every night
She's pleased hogs of sin
Playing old games

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