Текст (слова) песни: Genitorturers - Pleasure In Restraints
Ad mala patrata heac sunt theatra parata Ask me. Question me Why must our pleasures be in restraint? Ad mala patrata…in my sick black world Trick…Mortis…Sick…Mortis Where senses crave to enslave…in my sick black world Deprived all senses, control defenses Where sighs breed like flies Do you know, it`s where perversion hides Bet you never seen me ache as the panic melts away Bet you`ll never waste, could you take another taste of me? Feel it prick…Pleasure in restraint Feel it stick…Pleasure in restraint Ask me. Question me Why must our pleasure be in restraint? Where sighs breed like flies It`s where perversion hides, in my sick black world Deprived all senses, control defenses Bet you`d never see me wake in a most unnerving way Bet you`d never ache, could you take another taste of me? Feel it prick, feel it stick Ask me. Question me Why must our pleasure be in restraint? Such a sinful seed in my sick black world Is it such a dreadful deed in my sick black world? Where treasured sighs breed like flies…in my sick black world Such a sinful seed…says you`re Cumming in my sick black world
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