She's a god in her own right
She dims the room light
While she moves closer
We all move slower
Tracing white lines
Sipping fine wines
We remember when purity wasn't dead
In this darkness
I can't remember when we were stable, we were able

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes, then down to her level

She'll play unstable and let you get away
You get her faded but not her name
You've taken something sacred and made it a game
Your perversions are wicked and fanning the flame

The sex is the liar
The sex is the liar