4 Walls Black - Genitorturers

I am your four walls black

Light hits you eyes, charge goes crack!

I am your four walls black

Truth will now know

Where my cock will go

I am the hate inside

I am the fear in your mind

I am your four walls black

My fist is high

My lips are small

My eyes bleed flesh

I taste your sense

And feel it all

I am four walls black

Still you lie!

Your taste

You’re high

Your lie!

Your lie!

Your lie!

Your lie!

Your taste is high

Your taste is high

Your taste is high

I am four walls black

Fingers

Put your fingers like you

This little finger in me

And