Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

Perhaps the nastiest song ever recorded:

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 (tell?)
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 it's 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)


All this time I had never really understood that 'closer to god' thing, until recently. Twenty years of sex and I'm just now figuring that out?

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