There's no sense in talking music, no of sex can be done I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The directness of sex is fun
And the road that will lead you to both of Is known for the and wrecks But there's less of a mystery in If we just get directions from sex
Sacred The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred it all the same
Well, at first you say you'll just do it for But you do it with friends, right As as you do it for money Right there's where the innocence
How will you navigate between better and With just numbers of people to count? The pop are just cutting notches For the of units you mount
When spirit gets lost in The counting its toll You find yourself more numbers It's the sex-drug of rock and
And it you to strange addictions image, marketing spin Just trying to get to like you, that's what you think How that be such a sin?
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over ground Make it all the
Well, what do you want to like you for? See That's the question to ask, that's the Would it help you if knew your face If that face were only a
And why do you want to like you? What change are you trying to Or do you lust after their attention Do you want them to come when you
ground The big machine is Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
you tryin' to do? What you to do? Capture their beauty So that you could loved for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is just the of power? See, sex and are much the same We feel with and skin And you are going to get out of them both Is just you put in
ground The big machine is Sacred standing in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
want to pave it The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over Sacred it all the same
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