Quite frankly, I've had enough of this tank engine

You suppress the love
You express it in strange ways
Now it makes you numb
You no longer feel the pain
I wish you were pure
It hurts my heart
I wish you were pure
It's what i want And i still get the urge to undress myself
It's what i think i need
Sex is the dichotomy of love and disease
They wanna undress themselves
To turn away
Sex is the reality
A symbol of currencyAnd i still get the urge to undress myself
It's what i think i need
Sex is the dichotomy of love and disease