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As cold as ice

Eyes like the darkest night

So many secrets inside

Behind the mask of your beauty your hide

And nobody knows

Just how the story goes

Taking a heart for a ride

Can't get away after so many times

It's always the same

It's some kind of game

Answering questions with flattering lies

Do what you say without wondering why

Wrapped up in chains

Tortured and maimed

Just like the marquis de Sade you're my bringer of pain

You're second to none

But jealous of everyone

Give me a prisoner's cell

Welcoming me into your private hell

A dungeon of pride

Devices of your design

Now that I'm caught in your trap

I'm in so deep I get never get back

It's always the same

It's your kind of game

Crossing the line between pleasure and shame

Love me to death or just drive me insane

Wrapped up in chains

Tortured and maimed

Just like the marquis de Sade you're my bringer of pain