Pleasure Victim - Berlin

We touched there was temperature

I’m not the same

Now I’m passing through your door

It’s a pleasure game

You’re the object of my smile

I’m a life machine

Sentimental sound on sound

Time to switch the scene

You’re the passion in me

You’ve broken down the system

You’re the vision I see

A pleasure victim

Simple figures fill my mind

Some I recognize

Bodies always look the same

Never see their eyes

To the touch there’s always you

How can I erase your

Flaming candles, whispered words

Then your soft embrace