Christ, I Fucking Hate You! Lyrics - Singles - Vehemence

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands 

Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief 

Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes 

she worships me as a god 

We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs 

My fantasy fleshed forever.... 

I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries 

Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore 

[Fucking her, this is my Fantasy!] 

Father knew better than to take that away 

His dick only went in her mouth and her ass 

I am the one whom she'll remember always 

As he who made her tremble with first orgasm 

My body now growing numb I don't know why 

I can feel my insides changing into...a god 

[What is wrong? Who am I becoming?] 

I become her Jesus in the flesh 

Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes 

She gets to fuck me! The Son of God! 

A fantasy she has for pain I inflict 

My hands slide up her breasts so slowly 

And constrict around her neck tightly... 

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight 

As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face 

Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she 

He took away my only passion in life 

And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh 

His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate... 

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! 

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! 

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!