Sex Disease

When sex is a pretext to a disease

We'll 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

I'm fine here, doing nothing for the sense

Sex is the disease

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

It's nothing, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, into your brain, into nothing, all crushed into space

I've said enough, to you, right now