Consensual Slaughter Songtext
von Crune

Body bound in confusion
Bursting with ants and urine
I always wear the shoes of a prostitute
I always have my fingers in an ulcer

Fuck me like you fucked me ten years ago
Fuck me like you fucked me on the altar
Fuck me like you fucked me on a bed of nails
When we die, it′s consensual slaughter


I want to smell my teeth burning up on a copper map
I tuck my dick and ballsack back behind my thighs
I want to wear a wig made of straw and dog shit
And read the Lord's Prayer with fresh cum in my mouth
I want to smell my teeth burning up on a copper map
I tuck my dick and ballsack back behind my thighs
I want to wear a wig made of straw and dog shit
And read the Lord′s Prayer with fresh cum in my mouth

Fuck me like you fucked me ten years ago
Fuck me like you fucked me when I was a child
Fuck me like you fucked me on a bed of nails
When we die, it's consensual slaughter