Cold
CHRISTOPHER ALAN BRODERICK, HARRY CONKLIN, JOHN RONALD TETLEY, MARK ANDREW BRIODY, RIKARD STJERNQUIST
""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""