The painted faces on the street caricatures of long ago oh they were young and oh so sweet down beyond the boulevard knock on doors and empty halls and
down the system You're the vision I see A pleasure victim You're the passion in me You've broken down the system You're the vision I see A pleasure victim
Sex Feel the fire, feel my love inside you it's so right There's the sound and the smell of love in my mind I'm a toy, come and play with me, say the
Touch me, hold me, whirl away Silence, sadness, white and grey Torture, torture, twisted love kiss me, kick me, feel my blood Forever, for now, my heart
You told me stay away You watched me walk away You told me stay away, away I can hear the silence, I can hear the silence You watched me walk away, away
I'm thinking faces changing pictures comes to mind Try to change the subject Sensation stare reveal me, still I want to know Capture time in a photograph
Tradução: Berlín. Pleasure Victim.
