Sex is currency   She sells cars, she sells magazines   Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands   With the hopeless nicotines      Everyone’s a lost romantic   Since our love became a kissing show   Everyone’s a Casanova   Come and pass me the mistletoe   Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone      She is easier than love, is easier than life.   It's easier to fake and smile and bribe   It’s easier to leave. It’s easier to lie.   It’s harder to face ourselves at night, feeling alone   What have we done, what is the monster we’ve become   Where is my soul   (Numb)      Sex is industry, the CEO of corporate policy   Skin deep ministry, suburban youth, hail your so called liberty   Every advertising antic our banner waves with a neon glow   War and love become pedantic, we wage love with a mistletoe      Everyone’s been scared to death of   Everyone’s been scared to death of   Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone   alone      Sex is easier than love. It’s easier than life.   It’s easier to fake and smile and bribe   It’s easier to leave. It’s easier to lie.   It’s harder to face ourselves at night, feeling alone   What have we done, what is the monster we’ve become   Where is my soul (Where is my soul)   Where is my soul   (Numb)