Pagan Lorn - Production lyrics

rate me

Tonight a carnivore is out

Lust burning in his head

The need for flesh leads him

Right between your thighs

Violent energy hammers

His body into yours, animalistic rituals

No love, just wantoness

No love, just wantoness

Lust, physical, liquids, blood

One big piece

Of meat they are

Slaves of sexuality

Careless sinners

Producing

A hunger for

Someone's most infected

And rotten parts

One constant

Rhythm of work

For the bad machine

Extending your hole

Sucking out

The entire pride

Of the partner's meat

Crude penetration

It makes him roar

Body against body

Sweat, saliva, and sperm

And once again he scores...