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Amusing, tempting, torturing Twisting on the floor Drowned beneath the midnight bells He walks on, he goes on Religion reminds him at every turn That he is mortal His sex becomes blurred There is no turning back now Lies are sex, the truth is sex, love is sex then hate is sex It must be the way i'm dressed No one understands, who i am I am shaking all over, because I know what's going on Never mind, this isn't worth discussing anymore Be like friends, and be like me And be like what you see on t.v. A warped sense of who you are A warped sense of who you are Monstrous, tempting, torturing Gnawing at the raw Emptied in the face of faithless He walks on, he goes on Religion reminds him at every turn That he is mortal His sex becomes blurred There is no turning back now Lies are sex, the truth is sex, love is sex then hate is sex It must be the way i'm dressed It must be the way i'm dressed No one understands, who i am I am shaking all over, because I know what's going on Never mind, this isn't worth discussing anymore Be like friends, and be like me And be like what you see on t.v. A warped sense of who you are A warped sense of who you are Someday my head will split and i will stop breathing Sometimes i wonder, will it matter to anyone Now here i sit, another promise broken It must be the way i'm dressed It must be the way i'm dressed Repeat chorus