”Closer”
Some of you may have missed this… Others too young to understand. But hear these words from this song and I dare you to deny the feelings they evoke.
Lyrics
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You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
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This artist is saying that a submissive man or woman is the key 🔑 to bringing a Dom/Domme “Closer to God???”
As a young adult, I stumbled across a song that would change everything for me: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails.
I couldn’t have explained it at the time—hell, maybe I still can’t, not fully. But when I heard that first raw, forbidden beat, the world just clicked into place. It was like suddenly someone turned all the lights on in the darkest corners of who I was.
All at once, I understood myself in a way that felt dangerous and holy. The way I felt about everyone, everything, even myself—it all made sense. I stopped hiding. I stopped pretending that I didn’t hunger for more.
Suddenly I was more expressive—spanking my girlfriend, tying her up, blindfolding her, exploring boundaries I didn’t even know had names. I was just a young man, no clue what these things were “supposed” to mean, only that they felt right, felt real. That was the key: I was finally real.
And it didn’t stop there. I started flirting with women decades older than me, teasing them with stories of bondage, fantasies of restraint, seduction, surrender. Always consensual, always with respect, but never with shame. If anything, that song taught me that my instincts weren’t just okay—they were divine. I was tapping into something primal, something ancient and sacred, something that made me want to worship and be worshipped all at once.
It all started from that song. Every bit of it. That track was the blueprint. The permission slip. The prophecy.
Now, 20 or 30 years later, I hear it again and everything comes flooding back. I’m older now, seasoned, sharper—but no less wild. I want to break down what this song means to me, line by line. I want to honor how it shaped not just my sexuality, but my sense of self, my sense of the divine. Because “Closer” isn’t just about lust—it’s about God. It’s about the God I see in the divine feminine, and the God I find in myself, through her.
Verse by Verse Reflection:
“You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you”
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about trust. It’s about the sacred permission that comes when two people strip off all pretense and meet, raw and vulnerable, on the edge of desire. Her surrender isn’t weakness; it’s the holiest strength I’ve ever known. The world says “violate” like it’s a sin. But when she lets me in, when she invites me to transgress her boundaries—that’s when we both become holy.
“HELP ME
I broke apart my insides
(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell
(Help me) the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself”
The ache of these lines: I know it like a wound and a prayer. Sometimes, the only way to heal is to break. Sometimes, the only way to get free is to let someone else hold the key. Through her, I find release. Through her, I find God—because we both need saving, and sometimes the saving comes through surrender.
“You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything”
These lines are an offering. I give her the darkness, the loneliness, the doubt. I let her see the cracks, not just the surface. And in that exchange—when she takes it all and doesn’t flinch—I’m made whole. Her acceptance is the altar. Her arms, the sanctuary.
“HELP ME
You tear down my reason
(Help me) it’s your sex I can smell
(Help me) you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else”
Every time I dominate, every time she submits, we’re both transformed. Her surrender makes me want to be better. Her pleasure is the liturgy, her trust the sacrament. Through her, I become the man I’m meant to be.
“I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God”
It’s raw. It’s honest. It’s blasphemous and beautiful. This isn’t just about bodies, but souls. Flesh and spirit tangled, lost, and found. Her surrender isn’t just a kink—it’s communion. Through her, I’m sanctified. Through her, I’m redeemed. She gets me closer to God—the God in herself, and the God that she wakes up in me.
Now, decades after that first forbidden listen, I see how right it was. I am who I am because I embraced the hunger, the yearning, the need to claim and be claimed. I found the divine feminine in every woman who ever let me in. And I found God in myself when I learned to love them without apology.
That song wasn’t just the soundtrack to my awakening—it was the map to my freedom.