Wireless Sexless And Soulless Lyrics

WIRELESS, SEXLESS AND SOULLESS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
WIRELESS, SEXLESS AND SOULLESS

The way she wears the worlds envy on her breast, you’d think this
rebuilt engine would never be second guessed, but perfection is
betrayed with her caller I. D., it’s a nine hundred number but the first
hundred years are free, all this clockwork cock jerk sex just ain’t
sexy.
Oh I can see her beauty’s beast, feel the scales behind the silk, hear
the ring tones s.o.s., taste Coca Cola in the mothers milk.
This ain’t love it’s just a masturbation martyrs crush, she could charm
god’s lawyer with her video blush. it’s a promise of a promise only a
liar could keep, a crop only Able could sow only Cain could reap, this
tease is satisfactions surrogate dreamless shock of sleep. Oh I know thats not her real name, I can guess her weight, I believe
her religion is her fame, I think she would eat her mate.
Music that sounds like an advertisement for music that sounds like
this, and there is no sex in the soul of this shamelessly scripted kiss,
no you’ll never get rug burns and love bites from this sexless breeder,
she’s just a hydroponic carrot because the man at the top is a bottom
feeder, If everything is all there is well then this ain’t much, ah but
this machine can manufacture such a human touch.
Oh it’s wireless sexless and soulless, that’s the way they control us,
with these empty dreams they cajole us, with these hardwired habits
they enroll us.

march 06

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