TAEMIN 태민 ‘WANT’ MV

TAEMIN 태민 ‘WANT’ MV


The moment you take me in you’ll be thirsting for more, incomplete Creating the definition of heat From instincts to reasoning Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more This strange feeling in my fingertips, coming through Taking over my senses The heat, prisoner to it all Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more Hot, Hot, teasing you slowly Hot, Hot, making you fall for me without no limit Hot, Hot, waking you up from the silence under your deep sea Hot, Hot, will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more This sweetness of the forbidden apple tempts you The impulse awakens the senses In this sweet flow Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more Hot, Hot, teasing you slowly Hot, Hot, making you fall for me without no limit Hot, Hot, waking you up from the silence under your deep sea Hot, Hot, will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more Want more, you want it more Want more, you want it more Want more, you want it more Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more I’m your eyes, I’ll help you see a new world (I’m your eyes) I’m your toy, I’ll make you innocent (I’m your toy) Trust your own self-control Move by your body and soul Open your eyes, listen to your sound What do you want? I’ll make you realize what you never knew Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more Hot, Hot, teasing you slowly Hot, Hot, making you fall for me without no limit Hot, Hot, waking you up from the silence under your deep sea Hot, Hot, will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more Want more, you want it more Want more, you want it more Want more, you want it more Will leave you wanting more, thirsting for more

31 thoughts on “TAEMIN 태민 ‘WANT’ MV

  1. I could never get tired of this masterpiece!! Taemin is an artist! He makes art! Whenever I hear him sing it's like I'm overwhelmed by art!💖

  2. Be positive Super Man

    You play a game that I invented,
    You found my twist which stills time.
    Frozen in the scent of lava I gather from your veins
    Are my wicked deviant ways
    Grafted into your crying heart.

    I find it sweet that you yearn to be wanted
    With promises and shy advances
    That tax my wings with laden dreams
    Birthed by a mongrels' petty ego
    Walking a path paved with tension.

    Ah, Adam! My darling, your brave stance
    Is surrendering, is yielding to desire
    Fearless of exile and of the stones from gods
    And mortals you live for and from, shamelessly,
    Gathering applause and mantel pieces.

    You proclaim you are happy
    But your emotions are downers.
    I find nothing pretty in that, boy.
    I find sexy something called abandon:
    Annihilate both hope and self pity.

    Yeah, I know you betrayed him,
    You worried that the truth you tempt idiots with
    would cut your ride short.
    Look! the gravy train choo-choos on;
    But you know he died for your sins.

    Is not your god the one of popes and priests?
    Yet you sing and dance to my name,
    and say 'you will thirst and want'
    when you are a beggar at my gates.
    No, nothing pretty about that, boy.

    I know you will cry, and hate, and deny
    What you know well hovers over you,
    You are not a soldier, pretty boy,
    You are a mere specter, an afterthought at best
    Of what I allow you to be.

    Now I give you a way to blame it all on me,
    Your priests and popes forever do,
    Though in their basements they sing my name
    The way you do, paving walls with innocent blood,
    So pretty was the flesh on his bones.

    His song pleased me, hence he is not lost,
    After all, he took away his own gift by consent,
    And I caught him mid his free fall.
    Hyeya, what a good friend, he let you kiss his cheek.
    He is with me, happy, does not remember you.

    None of the boys you keep juggling will
    Remember you, no one will, not in my design.
    Yes, I am master of the arts, and you paid tribute,
    But you already danced your death, a sacrifice,
    A mere ordinance in my altars by boring idiots.

    You will find me and redeem yourself in discipline,
    You know that makes you a disciple?
    I call them pets, whom Jesus, Isa, Emmanuel,
    He called them brothers, sisters, friends,
    And he hung, and he rose, and he loves me.

    I am not cold, I am hot, hell hot, and he loves me,
    There is nothing pretty about warm milk, pretty boy,
    It spoils faster than worms can fathom,
    Or so their king tells me, you will learn
    To decompose just as well as your elder has.

    I will let you keep your toys and your illusions,
    Keep slathering creams and make new outfits,
    Maybe show more skin, America demands it,
    It is hungry, it is thirsty, it wants more.
    Motto, motto, motto, motto, motto, motto.

    Be happy you inspire more than contempt…
    Hm! Yet, I am just as passionate about vermilion,
    One of those colors you think you know,
    Humans, not you per se, for you are not the proverbial you…
    That would be me, inheritance and all.

  3. yo, i listen to rock and metal exclusively and even i know this dude has got something. hes my new favorite artist snd this isnt even the type of music i like. hes on another level

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