Production

Tonight a carnivore is outLust burning in his headThe need for flesh leads himRight between your thightsViolent energy hammersHis body into yours, animalistic ritualsNo love, just wantonessNo love, just wantonessLust, physical, liquids, bloodOne big pieceOf meat they areSlaves of sexualityCareless sinnersProducingA hunger forSomeone's most infectedAnd rotten partsOne constantRythm of workFor the bad machineExtending your holeSucking outThe entire prideOf the partner's meatCrude penetrationIt makes him roarBody against bodySweat, saliva, and spermAnd once again he scores...