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Ad mala patrata heac sunt theatra parata
Ask me. Question me
Why must our pleasures be in restraint?
Ad mala patratain my sick black world
TrickMortisSickMortis
Where senses crave to enslavein 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 pr*ckPleasure in restraint
Feel it stickPleasure 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 pr*ck, 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 fliesin my sick black world
Such a sinful seedsays you're in my sick black world