Hocico - Untold Blasphemies
Come here my little son come, I'll heal your sins
Come on tell me more, come 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
Playing old games
Playing old games
Confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh is all you are
Filth, confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh you all you are
Filth, confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh you all you are
Filth, you filth, confess!
...an evening in this house.
Every touch it feels like a god's bite
Beat my body hardly, don't ask me why
...an evening in this house.
Crucify your lust, lick the hanging cross
Never walk out from me or you'll be lost
Fluids, brutality among the scum
Your mother's a bitch as well
Her place not home
Confess how your bodies dance
The dance of silent flesh
Confess how every night she's pleased, with hogs of sin
Playing old games
Confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh is all you are
Filth, you filth, confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh is all you are
Filth, confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh you all you are
Filth, confess! Tell me why
You lie, confess! Flesh you all you are
Filth, you filth, confess!
Confess, confess
Confess, confess
Confess, confess
