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.