Song | Untold Blasphemies |
Artist | Hocico |
Album | Signos de Aberracion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hocico | |
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 |
zuo qu : Hocico | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Hocico | |
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 |