From the recording /the_Depths

Lyrics

To Stretch... to Tear...

I’ve become a sick fuck, who enjoys sick fucks.
Descending to the ever-deep, less and less I can feel.
Forthwith I make anchor here, flaccid now but it’ll fill.
The obscener it seems, the more semen you’ll see.
Organism looming near, seeing pain this severe.
Gripping my member as tight as the rope ‘round her throat.

Ravishing green eyed lamb, supple flesh, lightly freckled skin.
Graceful, though, hogtied and pinned.
Sensual, let’s remove some skin.

Edgy with need. Lamb bleed for me.
Appalling scene. Eyes glued to the screen.
More deviants enter the film.
Drooling out her leather mouth mask.
Tears pool, turns are taken.
Flogged with vicious vigor.
Shackles torque, between bedsores.
In ever orifice, something forced.

One hand on mouse, one on cock.
Drooling, stupid, running amuck.
For now this can still satisfy me.
Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete.
Deplorable. I know, doing my best,
keeping down my growing urge to molest.

To stretch all her holes gaping wide.
To tear her tasty innards out.
To stretch all her holes gaping wide.
To tear her tasty innards out.

One hand on mouse, one on cock.
Drooling, stupid, running amuck.
For now this can still satisfy me.
Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete.
Deplorable. I know, doing my best,
keeping down my growing urge to molest.
For now this can still satisfy me.
Rejoice, one of them pulled a machete.