Spunk - Altar

I’m your instructor I’ll tell you what to do

Just show me what you’ve got and I’ll take care of you

A strange satanic mood it’s perverting me

The sickest dreams are finally running free

No more nice stories

No boring intro’s

No more excuses

Hardcore quaranteed

No compromises

No fancy talk

I want it now

Hardcore

Swallow it

Sit on it

Extract it

And drink it

Now confess it all to me, your deapest fantasy

Listen to your inner self

Let me take you for a ride, to my paradise

And I will treat you well

It’s time to rip it open, and see how deep it gets

Filth drips from my fingers It’s getting soaking wet

Hot bodies slipping trash your inventation

I will prepare you for the rear injection