Winter Must Be Cold
Hilarie Sidney
You, yes, you
You, do it again
Whispers in my ear, perverted thoughts
I hear
Bondage and isolation, final destination
Depth charge
You, yes, you
You, do it again
Weapons of pleasure, weapons of pain
A torment scarfication, a conscious of shame
You, yes, you
You, do it again
Depth charge
Depth charge