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
No pain, no pleasure

Restraint, restraint

Ad mala patrata
In my slick black world
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick mortis

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

Breed like flies
Where perversion hides
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
Oh, feel it prick
Mortifying the flesh
Pleasure in restraint
Mortifying the flesh

Eel it crack
Mortifying the flesh
Pleasure in restraint
Pleasure in restraint
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
Says you're cumming in my slick black world