There's no in talking about music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The of sex is more fun
And the road that will lead you to both of Is for the races and wrecks But there's of a mystery in music If we just get some directions sex
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
ground They to pave it over ground Make it all the
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 where the innocence ends
How will you navigate between and worse With just these of people to count? The pop charts are just notches For the number of you mount
When spirit lost in accounting The counting takes its You yourself craving more numbers the sex-drug of rock and roll
And it leads you to strange Like image, marketing Just trying to get to like you, that's what you think How could that be a sin?
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over Sacred Make it all the
Well, what do you them to like you for? See That's the to ask, that's the question Would it help you if everyone knew face If that face only a mask?
And why do you them to like you? change are you trying to bring? Or do you lust just their attention Do you them to come when you sing?
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
ground They to pave it over ground Make it all the
you tryin' to do? What you tryin' to do? their beauty So that you could feel for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is just the attraction of See, sex and are much the same We feel hearts and skin And what you are to get out of them both Is what you put in
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
They to pave it The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred it all the same
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