Depeche Mode

[Drunk Monk]

So I'm off to lunch and what comes on the radio as soon as I start my car? Soothe my soul. And I listen to the lyrics and they are cringeworthy.

I'm coming for you
I need to feel your skin
I'm coming for you
To stop this crawling

I'm taking my place
By your side
I'm not leaving
Until I'm satisfied

...

I'm coming for you
My body's hungry
I'm coming for you
Like a junkie

I can't stop
The desire in me
I'm not waiting
Patiently

Damn, I can't even make that rhyme right using my thickest touristy Jamaican patois.

Thanks ED. Thanks for spoiling yet another pop song for me. By 'unconditional love' you really meant 'eternal mindfuk', right?