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The Pleasure Loop

Desire becomes frictionless, optimized and endlessly available — until real closeness feels impossibly difficult.

Late-night rap · hollow-sweet hook · dark humor · intimateLyrics by Thomas LukaschewskiOriginal language: English

Verse 1

I browse desire like a late-night store,
too many flavors, still craving more.
I zoom, I judge, I inspect skin,
decline perfection for a better sin.

“Too smooth… too loud… wrong curve, wrong face,”
I'm tastefully cruel at a dangerous pace.
A god with a cursor, a king with a thumb,
turning humans to products, and calling it “fun.”

They said, “Relax — it's only entertainment,”
as if that word absolves the arrangement.
I asked for wonder, depth, surprise —
they handed me folders knowing my preference and types.

Now real life asks me to suffer a little to feel,
but I've been trained to leave before anything's real.

Pre-Chorus

Too much freedom, now even pleasure feels tame,
every miracle reduced to a game.
I ordered desire pre-sorted and neat —
it shipped overnight, missing meaning and heat.

Chorus

Put me in the pleasure loop, let it hum me to sleep,
where wanting feels painless, no promise to keep.
Tap to be held, scroll to be free,
love on demand, no risk on me.
But the smoother it gets, the less I can feel —
I'm safely alive, and nothing is real.

Verse 2

I rent affection fully on demand,
drop a coin, watch beauty obey my command.
A smile on cue, intimacy canned,
connection reduced to a slider and plan.

No courage tax, no chance to fail,
no reading the room, no shame to inhale.
No need to stay when the spark is gone,
just press the button and move along.

Then I meet a real woman — real pause, real pace,
real silence daring me to show my face.
We learned how to finish alone on command,
now face another body and don't understand.

Pre-Chorus 2

I say I want depth, I say I want truth,
but I flinch when desire asks me to move.
I wanted to be wanted, not merely consumed —
but I trained my heart for an easier tune.

Chorus

Put me in the pleasure loop, let it hum me to sleep,
where wanting feels painless, no promise to keep.
Tap to be held, scroll to be free,
love on demand, no risk on me.
But the smoother it gets, the less I can feel —
I'm safely alive, and nothing is real.

Bridge

Then pleasure builds a loop you never leave,
perfect satisfaction, endlessly achieved.
Why risk another body, awkward and unsure,
when bliss comes optimized, sterile and pure?

So when no one is touching and no one conceives,
we'll manufacture children like the rest of our needs.
Brave New World isn't fiction we dread,
it's the future that happens when comfort is fed.

Final Chorus

Put me in the pleasure loop, let it hum me to sleep,
where wanting feels painless, no promise to keep.
Tap to be held, scroll to be free,
love on demand, no risk on me.
But the smoother it gets, the less I can feel —
I'm safely alive, and nothing is real.

Outro

You got what you wanted: a perfect supply,
you lost what you needed: the courage to try.
No one deceived you, no terms were misread —
you paid with your wonder, and signed with your head.

© Traveler’s Mindset · Lyrics by Thomas Lukaschewski

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