Hocico - Untold Blasphemies

rate me

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

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