There's no sense in about music, no of sex can be done I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, all The of sex is more fun
And the road will lead you to both of them Is known for the races and But there's of a mystery in music If we just get directions from sex
ground The big machine is Sacred We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
Well, at first you say just do it for love But then you do it with friends, As as you do it for money Right there's where the innocence
How will you navigate better and worse With just these numbers of to count? The pop are just cutting notches For the of units you mount
spirit gets lost in accounting The counting takes its You find yourself more numbers It's the sex-drug of and roll
And it leads you to strange Like image, marketing Just trying to get them to like you, that's you think How could be such a sin?
ground The big is moving Sacred standing in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred it all the same
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 were a mask?
And why do you want to like you? change are you trying to bring? Or do you after just their attention Do you want to come when you sing?
ground The big machine is Sacred standing in the way
Sacred They want to pave it ground Make it all the
What you to do? What you tryin' to do? Capture their So you could feel loved for an hour? Is it the power of attractive, no
It is the attraction of power? See, sex and are much the same We with hearts and skin And what you are to get out of them both Is just you put in
Sacred The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
They to pave it The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
ground They want to pave it ground Make it all the
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