There's no in talking about music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, all The directness of sex is fun
And the road that will lead you to of them 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 Sacred standing in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred 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 there's where the innocence
How you navigate between better and worse With just numbers of people to count? The pop charts are just cutting For the number of units you
When spirit gets lost in The counting takes its You find yourself craving more It's the sex-drug of rock and
And it leads you to strange Like image, spin Just trying to get them to like you, that's you think How could that be a sin?
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to pave it ground Make it all the
Well, what do you want them to like you See That's the question to ask, that's the it help you if everyone knew your face If that were only a mask?
And why do you want them to you? What change are you trying to Or do you lust after just attention Do you want them to come you sing?
ground The big machine is Sacred standing in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred it all the same
What you to do? What you tryin' to do? Capture their So that you could feel loved for an Is it the power of attractive, no
It is just the of power? See, sex and music are the same We feel with hearts and And what you are to get out of them both Is what you put in
ground The big machine is ground We're in the way
ground They want to it over Sacred it all the same
They to pave it The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to pave it ground Make it all the
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