Luyện nghe bài hát Pleasure In Restraint

Ad mala haec sunt theatra parata.
Trick mortis, trick mortis, sick
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 black world.
Where senses crave to enslave... In my slick world.
Deprive all senses; all defenses.
sighs breed like flies.
Do you know, it's perversion hides.
Bet you've seen me ache as the panic melts away.
Bet you'll never waste... Could you take 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
sighs breed like flies.
It's where perversion hides... In my slick world.
all senses; control desire.
Bet you'd never see me... Wake in a most way.
Bet you'd never ache... Could you take taste of me?
It is divine.
Control...
it prick...
Pleasure in restraint the flesh
Feel it
Ask me; me.
Why must our always be in restraint?
Pleasure in
Such a sinful seed in my slick world.
Is it a dreadful deed in my slick black world.
Where treasured sighs breed like flies... In my black world.
a sinful seed... Says you're cumming in my slick black world.