Текст песни SLAYER - Sex. Murder. Art.

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(Kerry King/Tom Araya)
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
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Can't rid the sexual fascination
Can
You deny
My face of pleasure, the gleam in my eye

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You're nothing
An object of animation
A subjective mannequin
Beaten into submission

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

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