It's a fatal delight, when insanity seems to win
I have prayed in contrite, this confession absolves no sin
I shall meet you again,
Hold you down as we lie in bliss
As we're freezing to death, feel the touch of winter's kiss
I have prayed in contrite, this confession absolves no sin
I shall meet you again,
Hold you down as we lie in bliss
As we're freezing to death, feel the touch of winter's kiss