10-09-2016, 01:01 AM
This song is not romantic in the least, but holy hell does it have a dynamite combination of lusty lyrics and sex beats. Supposedly it wasn't intended to be a sex song, but a meditation on self-loathing. Honestly, I can see that in there, too, but the erotic interpretation is so blatant, that I suspect Trent's actual goal was the creation of something to whine about, maybe to drum up sales?
Anyway, if you haven't heard this song yet, you should give it a try. It's an old song, but even in the modern era, where everything has such a short shelf-life, it wouldn't surprise me at all if this one is still enjoyed 100 years from now.
Closer
You let me violate you,
you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you,
you let me complicate you
Help me
I broke apart my insides,
help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me
the only thing that works for me,
help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation,
you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith,
you can have my everything
Help me
tear down my reason,
help me
its' your sex I can smell
Help me
you make me perfect,
help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest,
above the trees
Within my stomach,
scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
inside your hive
You are the reason
I stay alive
Anyway, if you haven't heard this song yet, you should give it a try. It's an old song, but even in the modern era, where everything has such a short shelf-life, it wouldn't surprise me at all if this one is still enjoyed 100 years from now.
Closer
You let me violate you,
you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you,
you let me complicate you
Help me
I broke apart my insides,
help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me
the only thing that works for me,
help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation,
you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith,
you can have my everything
Help me
tear down my reason,
help me
its' your sex I can smell
Help me
you make me perfect,
help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest,
above the trees
Within my stomach,
scraped off my knees
I drink the honey
inside your hive
You are the reason
I stay alive
Don't hesitate to AM(A)A
The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.