Lyrics Sex. Murder. Art. - Slayer
Caught,
now
you're
mine
I
am
the
master
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
insane
Trying
to
circumvent
Unadulterated
battery
Manipulated
reality
God
is
dead
I
am
alive!
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