Cold Release کے بول

turning on the scene, feeling so obscene with a hungry appetite that makes it mean getting into you i can taste your brew but it poisons me right through and through still i want some more, though you're on the floor i keep coming back just like before it's the pleasure i get - the chase you set the adrnaline rush that gives me cold sweat trembling on the ride, tearing at your pride do you wanna feel it burn inside? quenching your desire, dancing in the fire till the flames of lust will get you tired thrive on therelease, gonna try and please first you'd beter drop onto your knees gonna rape your mind, then i'll leave you behind overload your senses till the plesure will blind