Song | Cold |
Artist | Jag Panzer |
Album | Casting The Stones |
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Ivory skin so porcelain smooth and cold to the touch | |
Eyes and lips as black as the night lead me in to | |
Drain | |
Your so cold; cold as ice you're so cold | |
Ice you feel, feel to the bone | |
Ice that burns, burns inside | |
The moves of a slithering ghost perfect and slow | |
Evil beckons me stay can not break away | |
With one touch you are still | |
Lust for the touch and for the feel | |
Your body's beat is what she craves to keep her alive | |
Drains your warmth in her eyes out of your soul |