Another smile  coming from you to me  making me completely down  when money were in the air  you were like a bitch    It is enough of mortification  repulsing a sex with me  certainly someone else  will fuck you to the core ...  but now few things will change  cause I have decided    Blood of whore  God Bless this Gore  Blood of whore  God Bless this Gore    The knife is not just kitchen instrument  it can be a part of your body  I can see your skin of beauty  pruned of the piece after piece    No more smiling face  just suffering mask  now you'd like to get my remission  no way - it is too late  now I have to finish this act    Crying screaming bloody gore  shit comes from you while  another shoot is done  your hair aglutinated by blood  falling in your face cold  you are dying !    Shooting cutting blood spattering  the floor has changed  into sea of blood  finally you are fallen down  I feel great  I will give you a last chance..  You may die !!!    Blood of whore  God Bless this Gore