Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

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