When sex is a pretext to a disease Well crawl inside My head was broken off Blistering on this separate faith Now crawl outside, we look away To find a pretext, lead away Oh I see you, so low Im fine here, doing nothing for the sense Sex is the disease Sex is the disease Sex is a disease Longing, you tell me life for you is bliss So strange, oh a bottle of piss No one to satisfy, no one will realize Sex is the disease Birds flew over me Over me, gave me visions Of the end of the world The end of our world No, no life Just disease Sex disease Sexual pain on your weak mind A cut inside You blow out your mind Its nothing, into nothing Into your brain, into nothing Into your brain, into nothing Into your brain, into nothing All crushed into space Ive said enough To you, right now
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