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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 Letras de cancionesno 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 From Letras Mania