There's no sense in about 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 races and But there's of a mystery in music If we just get directions from sex
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
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Well, at first you say you'll just do it for But then you do it with friends, As as you do it for money Right there's where the innocence
How will you navigate between better and With these numbers of people to count? The pop charts are just notches For the of units you mount
When gets lost in accounting The counting takes its You find yourself craving more It's the sex-drug of rock and
And it you to strange addictions Like image, marketing Just trying to get them to like you, that's what you How that be such a sin?
ground The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They want to pave it ground Make it all the
Well, do you want them to like you for? See That's the question to ask, the question Would it you if everyone knew your face If that face were a mask?
And why do you want them to like What change are you trying to Or do you lust after their attention Do you want them to when you sing?
ground The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
What you to do? you tryin' to do? Capture their beauty So that you could feel for an hour? Is it the power of attractive, no
It is just the of power? See, sex and music are the same We with hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of both Is what you put in
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Sacred They want to it over ground Make it all the
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