[bad word] here my little [bad word] I'll heal your [bad word] on tell me [bad word] about the house of filth,
That you try to hide.

How does it feel to touch your sister's lust?
She's just flesh like you
family of hogs
Playing old games.

Confess, tell me why? You lie,
Confess, flesh is all you are, filth.

Every touch it feels like a god's bite,
Beat my body hardly don't ask me why.
 [bad word] your lust, lick the hanging cross,
Never walk out from me or you'll be lost.

Fluids, [bad word] among the scum,
Your mother's a [bad word] as well
Her place is not home.
Confess how your bodies dance
The dance of silent flesh,
Confess how every night 
She's pleased hogs of sin
Playing old games