Sex, Lies, and Videotape

The reel spins, biting into a pale eye,
We are losing our sincerity in pixels now.
The pupil shrinks in the camera's lens,
You hide poison under the blind hook of the tongue.


The screen flickers, exposing our seams,
We are mannequins in the realm of the digital widow.
You whisper vows, but they sound like a moan,
Recorded on tape, turned into background noise.

Припев
Sex, lies, and videotape —
Our dirty temple of an empty continent.
Tie my throat with network cables,
Press "Play" and let the sins crawl into the ether.


Your makeup is smeared on the cold lens,
In the editing room, we worship schizophrenia.
Frames flash, cutting out every breath,
In this movie, no god is provided for us.

Припев
Sex, lies, and videotape —
Our dirty temple of an empty continent.
Tie my throat with network cables,
Press "Play" and let the sins crawl into the ether.


Rewind.
Back.
One more take.
My soul is a fake, worn-out ruble.
Look at the display as we burn to ashes.
Sex is a cult, and lies are just our bodies.



Припев
Sex, lies, and videotape —
Our dirty temple of an empty continent.
Tie my throat with network cables,
Press "Play" and let the sins crawl into the ether.