Come closer
No morals at the door
Only pulse. Only light. Only now

I’m the first bright bite that makes you forget your teeth,
The sugar on the bruise, the perfume of relief
You’ve been good, you’ve been quiet, you’ve been stitched into control,
A polished little statue with a ledger for a soul
Let me loosen every lesson, let me unlace every "must"
Let me turn your careful breathing into glitter and into dust
The world keeps shouting orders like it owns your skin and bone,
But I’m the hand that leans in close and says, "You’re not alone"

One step, and your heart starts lying
Two steps, and your fear stops trying
Three steps, and the room turns liquid
Don’t explain it. Just live it

Pleasure, Pleasure—honey-blue knife,
Cut me open sweetly, make me feel alive
I don’t want to heal, I want to burn in gold,
I want the kind of heaven you can only hold
Pleasure, Pleasure—take my breath, take my blame,
Turn my body into music, turn my mind into flame
If the world is a cage, then bite the lock with me—
I’m not looking for forever,
I’m looking for "yes" and "please"

Mm… yes and please…
Mm… yes and please…

I’m the glitter on the blackout, the lipstick on the fall,
The laugh that turns to thunder in the echo of the hall
I’m the warm electric answer when your sadness tries to climb,
A shortcut through the spiral, a theft of heavy time
I can make your loneliness sing in a language of touch,
I can turn your empty hours into something that’s too much
You want to disappear? Then do it in my light—
Not fading, not shrinking—
Exploding into night

One step, and your heart starts lying
Two steps, and your fear stops trying
Three steps, and the room turns liquid
Don’t explain it. Just live it

Pleasure, Pleasure—honey-blue knife,
Cut me open sweetly, make me feel alive
I don’t want to heal, I want to burn in gold,
I want the kind of heaven you can only hold
Pleasure, Pleasure—take my breath, take my blame,
Turn my body into music, turn my mind into flame
If the world is a cage, then bite the lock with me—
I’m not looking for forever,
I’m looking for "yes" and "please"

They warned you: "Careful, it’s a trap"
They weren’t wrong
They just forgot that traps can feel like songs

I don’t arrive with violence—
I arrive with permission
I ask so softly you don’t notice
you’ve made the decision

A sip of brightness,
a spark behind the ribs,
a rhythm that forgives you
for needing what it gives

But listen to the sweetness:
I make you crave the instant
I make you hate the distance
I make you trade your future
for a perfect burning minute

Touch
触れて
Breathe
息して
Again
もう一度

Don’t think
Don’t plan
Don’t name it

You’re not a headline
You’re not a verdict
You’re not a lesson
You’re a living nerve

Let the rules go quiet
Let the doubt go blind
Let the body speak first,
and the mind come late behind

The bassline bites, the lights go wet,
Your heartbeat learns a new alphabet
The room becomes a turning wheel,
And all your "should" begins to peel
You laugh, you shake, you glow, you fall—
And for a moment, you are all

Pleasure, Pleasure—honey-blue knife,
Cut me open sweetly, make me feel alive
I don’t want to heal, I want to burn in gold,
I want the kind of heaven you can only hold
Pleasure, Pleasure—take my breath, take my blame,
Turn my body into music, turn my mind into flame
If the world is a cage, then bite the lock with me—
I’m not looking for forever,
I’m looking for "yes" and "please"

Pleasure, Pleasure—make my sorrow dance,
Turn my hurt into glitter with a single chance
I’ll pay in empty mornings, I’ll pay in shaking hands,
I’ll pay with all the quiet I can’t stand
Pleasure, Pleasure—don’t be kind, be true,
Be the bright little monster that I run into
Hold me like a fever, let me melt into your teeth—
I want the sweet catastrophe that feels like relief

Come closer
No morals at the door
Only pulse. Only light. Only now