covetous 🔞 kevin synthv - original song

🔞 explicit language, sexual violence -- you’ve sorely misunderstood the premise of your own transcendence. well, let us elucidate: i’m not the type to make confessions. at last, we’re face-to-face in all of our differences. what i would like to do is righteous. you will take it all off. you will tolerate the fall. you will learn to love the pain of the trace… that my fingers leave behind on your waist. you won’t say another word. dumbass bitch, you’ll never learn. disobey, you’ll take the burn so it’s none of my concern. “the premise of your own transcendence…” well, let’s hallucinate. i’m not the type to make confessions… you’ll see. we’re face-to-face in all of our differences, assuming all this shame was rightfully earned. i’ve got a sick kinda pleasure lying here in your bed… in your body i’ve been longing to unite in death. i’ve got you caught in a spider web inside of your head… oh, i wanna see you squirming while i play in your stead… i’ve got a… – sick. – kinda pleasure lying here in your bed! in your body i’ve been longing to unite in death! i've got you caught in a spider web inside of your head! oh, i wanna see you squirming while i play in your stead! (ignore it.) BITCH WHORE RAPE-BAIT SLUT PEDOPHILE’S CHILD. BITCH WHORE RAPE-BAIT SLUT NECROPHILE’S IDOL. BITCH WHORE RAPE-BAIT GOD PEDOPHILE’S CHILD. BITCH WHORE RAPE-BAIT GOD NECROPHILE’S IDOL. you will take it all off. (SHUT THE FUCK UP, PEDOPHILE’S CHILD) you will tolerate the fall. you will cut it all out. (CHILD - CHILD - CHILD - CHILD - CHILD - CHILD - CHILD - CHILD) you will tolerate the fall. i can cut it all out. (SHUT THE FUCK UP, GOD, NECROPHILE’S IDOL) you will tolerate the fall. i can take it real good. (IDOL - IDOL - IDOL - IDOL - IDOL - IDOL - IDOL) you will tolerate the fall. you will never have to… …look …down. (you were born to serve. you were born to obey. you were born to receive, be deceived, know deceit, and to procreate. i was born to observe; be observed, complicit; served, not served, anything but serviced, everything “loved” not anything “deserved.”) I’VE GOT A SICK KINDA PLEASURE LYING HERE IN YOUR BED! IN THIS BODY I’VE INFECTED WITH E’ER-LASTING THREADS! I’VE GOT YOUR LEGS SPREAD, PAINTED RED IN BLOOD FROM YOUR DEATH! OH, I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU’RE HURTING WHILE I FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD! THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GOOD FOR, THEN! ^_^ _______________________________________ https://ghostandpals.bandcamp.com/album/body