The Need For Repetition
Between The Buried And Me

Whip the child, stretch that child
Drag them through your dreams of lust
Raise the skirt
Stroke the thigh
This blood will never clot
It pours down the chin of every child,
Every life touched by your sick instinct
Fucking whore, fucking whore of disgust
Your life paid by the sweat of your disgusting sex
Their innocent tears drenched every
Inch of life that went into those toys and beautiful minds
Castrate the fuck
Beat the fucker to death