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