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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