Pleasure Victim

Berlin's 80's album "Pleasure Victim" and the respective song included contributed to this.

The system might as well be broken
There is always a way around it

I hear stories of the I Love You's
The soft jazz late at night
The seductive smell of incense
They sound like fairy tales

We become different people when we dip
ourselves into this pool of zest
There is no rules, no wall to hang on too
Just the Deep and Consequence

I can see the actions in my head
Simple, some I know
I see the bodies
None carry a face, No Identity
It reaches it's threshold

The search for face goes on
in this pool of satisfaction, a character with
a soft embrace.