Sex, Murder, Art.

(Music: King, Lyrics: Araya)

Caught

Now You're Mine

I am the murder of your whipping time

The smile

On my lips

The look of horror on your face

Self

Justification

Can't rid the sexual fascination

Can

You deny

My face of pleasure the gleam in my eye

You're nothing

An object of animation

A subjective mannequin

Beaten into submission

Raping again and again

Shackled

My Princess

Dangling in distress

Here

To discipline

My sole purpose never ends

Bleeding

On Your knees

My satisfaction is what I need

The urge

To take my fist

And violate every orifice

You're nothing

An object of animation

A subjective mannequin

Beaten into submission

Raping again and again

Slaves to my torments

Scream to your heart's content

Time and time again

Pleasure in inflicting pain

Power so intense

Trying to circumvent

Unadulterated battery

Manipulated reality

God is dead I am alive