Pleasure in Restraint

Ad mala patrata haec sunt theatra parata
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis

Ask me
You question me
Why must our pleasure always be
in restraint?
(No pain, no pleasure)
Restraint, restraint
(No pain, no pleasure)
Restraint, restraint

Ad mala patrata
In my slick black world

Where senses crave to enslave
In my slick black world

Deprive all senses
Control all defenses
Where sighs breed like flies
Do you know, it's where perversion hides

Bet you've never seen me
ache
as the panic melts
away
Bet you'll never
waste
Could you take another taste of me?

(To accompany every penetration with a death rattle
To accompany every penetration with a death rattle)

Feel it prick
Pleasure in restraint

Feel it stick
It is divine in restraint

Feel it stick
It is divine in restraint

Feel it stick
It is divine in restraint

Ask me; you question me
Why must our pleasure always be in restraint?

Where sighs breed like flies
It's where perversion hides
In my slick black world
Deprive all senses, control desire
Bet you'd never see me
Wake in a most unnerving way
Bet you'd never ache.
Could you take another taste of me?

It is divine

Control
Decide

Feel it prick
Pleasure in restraint mortifying the flesh
Feel it stick

Ask me, question me
Why must our pleasure always be
in restraint?

Pleasure in restraint
Pleasure in restraint
Pleasure in restraint

Such a sinful seed in my slick black world
Is it such a dreadful deed in my slick black world
Where treasured sighs breed like flies
In my slick black world
Such a sinful seed
In my slick black world
Says you're cumming in my slick black world