Sex Mechanism - Pictureplane

I got to find a better coping mechanism I'm falling apart, disintegrating in the schism Is it a show or is it realism? Lost and found, and then I was locked up in a prison I better find a more suitable solution Before I reach the most predictable conclusion To be a victim of my personal delusion Just to find that I've been living an illusion They say there's just no substitute for the real thing The kind of chemical that'll make your whole body sing You can take the needle, shove it in your vein And call it medication to alleviate your pain I do my best to keep the confusion to a minimum I'll try not to be the monster of the millennium Someday they'll thank us for the hell that we was givin' 'em When all of this time, we just hope we were borderline offendin' 'em They say there's just no substitute for the real thing The kind of chemical that'll make your whole body sing Scrub it 'til you're bleedin', but you can't scrub out the stain Leave your mouth wide open while you're drowning in the rain Put your head down, wipe the spit out your eye Ain't nobody coming to your poor me parade When trouble knock on the door, what you ignoring it for? You'll be standing there helpless when it comes on in Say there's just no substitute for the real thing The kind of chemical that'll make your whole body sing You can test your merit, can show it some restraint But in the end, you're just a predictable refrain Oh, ain't nothing like the real thing The kind of chemical that'll make your whole body sing You can test your merit, can show it some restraint But in the end, you're just a predictable refrain Poison in your brain ('cause your heart has been mislain) You're gonna die just the same (for a dream you could not attain) You drove yourself insane (and there's nobody left to blame) You carry on and complain 'Til you forget your name

As you watch my mouth Open up in honesty Sharing all my secrets Out of my Diary (diary) Keep all your clothes on Talk About fantasies Holding me so tender Flying through the galaxies This is sex without sex This is touch without lust Feels like sex without out sex As our? Spirits within one mind (Spirits within one mind) Feelings of timeless time Sex without Sex... (yay yay yay yay) Come and pull my hair With total sensibility And we both will lose Spiritual virginity It's been lovin my dear That's all you can sincerity Tasting all my thoughts Intellectual extacy This is sex without sex This is touch without lust Feels like sex without out sex As our? Spirits within one mind (Spirits within one mind) Feelings of timeless time Sex without Sex... This is love... This is love... Feeling total harmony I'm feeling Feeling total harmony This is sex without sex This is touch without lust Feels like sex without out sex As our? Spirits within one mind (Spirits within one mind) Feelings of timeless time Sex without Sex... This is touch without lust Feels like sex without out sex As our? Spirits within one mind (Spirits within one mind) Feelings of timeless time Sex without Sex...

Sex... Вдох и выдох тише-тише. Бьется пульс и мы все ближе-ближе. Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Твои руки ниже-ниже, Мы с тобою выше-выше-выше, Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Sex... Вдох и выдох тише-тише. Бьется пульс и мы все ближе-ближе. Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Твои руки ниже-ниже, Мы с тобою выше-выше-выше, Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Sex... Sex... Sex... Sex... Вдох и выдох тише. Бьется пульс и мы все ближе-ближе. Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Твои руки ниже, Мы с тобою выше-выше-выше, Срывает нам крышу. (Срывает нам крышу.) Sex... Sex... Sex... Sex...

Baby, I'm not the type of guy to hold your hand And follow you around like a dog I need passion And only passion When it goes away, so do I (Fuck the ex, come to me) Fuck the ex, come to me I want sex, all of it Only sex, only sex I'm your end, not your- On your bad woman Call me bad, woman Do me bad woman I love bad, I love bad When I fuck her on my couch how I want it Pussy owned me (uh), how I tap it (uh) All my fucking fantasies on your body, put your body Out of hobby, take your body off Take your top off, get up on me never stop Better shoot me with a glock, homies balling in the club Booty on her does it shockingly, I'm light on it, fucking lit Pause the sex, she's sucking it See it, love it, buying it Shawty into me and cars Type a girl to leave a scar I can barely feel my heart Took it whole, at least a part Now I threw all my cards on the table Got my shell off And Margiela's skirt Fuck the ex, come to me I want sex, all of it Only sex, only sex I'm your end, not your- On your bad woman Call me bad, woman Do me bad woman I love bad, I love bad When I fuck her on my couch how I want it Pussy owned me (uh), how I tap it (uh) All my fucking fantasies on your body, put your body Out of hobby, ah Take your body off