Genitorturers - 4 Walls Black

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