Between The Buried And Me - The Need For Repetition Lyrics

Whip the child, stretch that child...drag them through your dreams of
lust...raise the skirt...stroke the thigh...leech!! This blood will never
clot. It pours down the chin of every child, every life touched by your
sick instinct. F*cking whore, f*cking whore of disgust. Your life paid
by the sweat of your disgusting sex. Their innocent tears drenched every
inch of life that went into those toys and beautiful minds. Castrate the
f*ck. Beat the f*cker to death