Tekster: Downset. Ashes in Hand.

Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills

Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills, sex kills
Sex kills

We will look into the eyes of the other and lie
And say that we love them
Then strip the innocence given and create
Destruction we will never truly comprehend

The ultimate act of sharing is reduced
To the ultimate act of taking
Seconds of trembling flesh is not worth
Years of inner suffering

Taken away, taken away
Sex kills
Taken away, taken away
Sex kills

Do my eyes betray what I feel and see?
Exploitation leads to the abandoned seed
This is no sexual liberation
We have accepted desecration

And when they've taken and taken, and taken, and taken
Beyond hope and healing, left alone with your feelings
Your mourning will have no mercy
It will steal from so much more than your body

Taken away, taken away
Sex kills
Taken away, taken away
Sex kills

I would rather seek the peace of the self then play
The games that force the scars of lifelong insecurity
Frightening desires for dominant position
When all we should be doing is loving

Taken away, taken away
Sex kills
Taken away, taken away
Sex kills

Sex is a weapon
Sex can kill
Sex is a weapon
Sex can kill