Текст (слова) песни: Yattering - Pleasure

Try to comprehend me
Before you tear the aorta
Stab with a knife...
...Once again
Cut throat does not compare
To the pleasure of raping a child
Following her,
I leered at her tiny boy
Watched her delicate moves
And that strange freshness
Now, shes just a dead,
Ripped corpse
...In the cut throat
I find my pleasure
Raping the child
You hatefully murder,
Then desecrate
My body
You should have
Done it before...
...Before you thought
Of revenge
I was molested
It doesnt matter now
Now its blood
Now its sperm
Cut throat,
Pleasure 
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Murderer (You Are)
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Non Typical Homo
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Sentence (To Die)
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Temptation Of A Crime
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The Murderer
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