I feel my skin stretching as i look to the screen
I feel my mind tripping as i stare at that rare scene
Why do i like this? Why do i need this?
I feel my body shivering as i think about one thing or two
That naked image in front of me, why can't it be you?
Why do they think my mind is full of filth?
It's just what others feel, it's just one of my needs
Well i'm feeling tired!
How can i fulfill my needs?
This enclosed desire!!!
The answer is sex in the machine
I wonder how this could happen...
Maybe i know one simple answer
I have always wanted to taste your soul
But you've always let me down, you're so cold
Is it because we're too young?
Well i think we both know enough
I think we both want the same
To experience touch in another way
Well i'm feeling tired!
How can i fulfill my needs?
This enclosed desire!!!
The answer is sex in the machine
I know now a million stories
Fiction stretches all kinds of glory
The kind that talks about bleeding skins
The ones about holes and sticks
The experience of synthetic love
A sick affair with a woman clone
I am addicted to this feeling
But i have never felt it before
Well i'm feeling tired!
How can i fulfill my needs?
This enclosed desire!!!
The answer is sex with the machine
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