Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex.
No longer lingers purely on a man\'s mind
but in all the youth of yesternight\'s life.
Destroying our morals and contracts so easily,
purely for the attachment of another.
Genders, races, sexualities, individuals -
all have their own agendas,
but none so far apart to not unite in the heat
of the moment, mixing fluids and finite love
with the temperament of wild things.
And with it all a silent image, a vision if you will;
A picture of a woman, confident in her skin.
Made for all the world to see;
a prostitute on a pedestal.
For their eyes to drench and fuck.
For their eyes to taste the lust.
For their eyes to satisfy,
and their eyes to criticise.
The woman is not a woman, but a girl, with not
the mind to match her breasts.
She looks into the silent void,
measuring life with an arrogance that
only breeds confusion.
And she will not see until it is too late - the
predators that lay close by;
Hunt her down in shallow dance floors
and tear her heart to shreds.
For this is the generation of the best,
the brightest we have ever known.
Their passions soaked in ignorance;
their knowledge not their own.
They take what\'s theirs to take and
rip apart the decades old.
And into Satan\'s slimy fingers
our souls they have now sold.