There's no sense in about music, no of sex can be done I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The of sex is more fun
And the road that lead you to both of them Is known for the races and But there's less of a in music If we just get some from sex
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
Well, at first you say just do it for love But then you do it with friends, As soon as you do it for Right there's where the ends
How will you navigate better and worse With these numbers of people to count? The pop are just cutting notches For the number of you mount
When gets lost in accounting The counting its toll You find craving more numbers the sex-drug of rock and roll
And it you to strange addictions Like image, spin Just trying to get to like you, that's what you think How that be such a sin?
ground The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred 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 you if everyone knew your face If face were only a mask?
And why do you want them to like What are you trying to bring? Or do you lust after just attention Do you want them to when you sing?
Sacred The big is moving Sacred standing in the way
Sacred 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 loved for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is just the of power? See, sex and music are much the We feel with and skin And what you are going to get out of both Is just you put in
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
They to pave it The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over Sacred it all the same
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