Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata.
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Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis
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Ask me; you question me.
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Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
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no pain, no pleasure
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Restraint, restraint
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Ad mala patrata... In my slick black world.
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Trick... Mortis... Sick... Mortis... In my slick black world.
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Where senses crave to enslave... In my slick black world.
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Deprive all senses; control all defenses.
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Where sighs breed like flies.
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Do you know, it's where perversion hides.
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Bet you've never seen me ache as the panic melts away.
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Bet you'll never waste... Could you take another taste of me?
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To accompany every penetration with a death rattle.
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Feel it prick... Pleasure in restraint.
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Feel it stick.
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It is divine in restraint.
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Ask me; you question me.
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Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
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Where sighs breed like flies.
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It's where perversion hides... In my slick black world.
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Deprive all senses; control desire.
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Bet you'd never see me... Wake in a most unnerving way.
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Bet you'd never ache... Could you take another taste of me?
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It is divine.
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Control... Decide
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Feel it prick...
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Pleasure in restraint mortifing the flesh
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Feel it stick
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Ask me; question me.
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Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?
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Pleasure in restraint
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Such a sinful seed in my slick black world.
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Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
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Where treasured sighs breed like flies... In my slick black world.
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Such a sinful seed... Says you're cumming in my slick black world.
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Pleasure In Restraint
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