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 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