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 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