when sex is another pretext to a disease
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we'll crawl inside
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my head was broken off
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blistering on this separate faith
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now crawl outside, we look away
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to find a pretext, lead away
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oh i see you, so low
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i'm fine here, doing nothing for the sense
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sex is the disease
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sex is the disease
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sex is a disease
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longing, you tell me life for you is bliss
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so strange, oh a bottle of piss
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no one to satisfy, no one will realize
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sex is the disease
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birds flew over me
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over me, gave me visions
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of the end of the world
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the end of our world
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no, no life
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just disease
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sex disease
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sexual pain on your weak mind
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a cut inside
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you blow out your mind
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it's nothing, into nothing
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into your brain, into nothing
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into your brain, into nothing
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into your brain, into nothing
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all crushed into space
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i've said enough
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to you, right now
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Sex Disease
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| Velvet Acid Christ |
