[Lyric] Quite frankly Ive had enough of this tank engine (*curls into a ball and cries into my tail*)

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 currency

And i still get the urge to undress myself
It's what i think i need
Sex is the dichotomy of love and disease