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?
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?
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