Cold - Jag Panzer

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