Reflect on This

Impaled Nazarene

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Face turns red, veins are bursting
Just wanna beat the living fuck out of you

Enough is enough I said
You did not want to listen at all

You leave me no choice
But to show you the true meaning of hell

Domestic issues, well you whore try to fucking reflect on this

Face turns blue, you cannot breathe
A whore like you deserves nothing else

As you are beaten into a bloody pulp
You might think you should have just shut up

No words can describe this feeling
So I let my fists do the talking

Tie her up and lock her into the cellar
Twist her mind beyond normal
A whore is a whore remember that
Teach obedience with an iron bar