Ecstatic
Your touch – a test a mourning to die for
It burns as freeze as I'd want
Like the way that you look at me.
You turn me inside out
To press my thoughts to the mess
And nothing lies between us
And the countdown begins.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Your body – a perfect pool of sin,
Designed to human desire.
To liberate the art in me.
You slice my body open
Deactivate my brain,
Until nothing lies between us.
Let the countdown begin.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
It burns as freeze as I'd want
Like the way that you look at me.
You turn me inside out
To press my thoughts to the mess
And nothing lies between us
And the countdown begins.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Your body – a perfect pool of sin,
Designed to human desire.
To liberate the art in me.
You slice my body open
Deactivate my brain,
Until nothing lies between us.
Let the countdown begin.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Come to me, leave your tract to
Exist are we. Force you, force you
To forget some its manners,
That keep us from been ecstatic.
Credits
Writer(s): Pete Surdoval
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