It's not always the eyes, it's not always the hands
It can be in the words, it can be in the "did" or in the "can't"
The pain of the thought, with or without the second glance
I turn, I turn off, I try to think of something else
The ivy roots, grows, consumes and nothing seems to help
She passes, the screen flashes, the page drips with photo flesh
Culture praises, skin rages, the heart is ruined and laid to rest
She cries, true sex dies, the carnage of ill carnality takes lives
I am not alone, I cast no stone, the struggle for holiness thrives
Love as ammo, promise provides the shield, the battle is not yet lost
Fight the war of we, as people and not just currency, if only I could turn my mind off
It can be in the words, it can be in the "did" or in the "can't"
The pain of the thought, with or without the second glance
I turn, I turn off, I try to think of something else
The ivy roots, grows, consumes and nothing seems to help
She passes, the screen flashes, the page drips with photo flesh
Culture praises, skin rages, the heart is ruined and laid to rest
She cries, true sex dies, the carnage of ill carnality takes lives
I am not alone, I cast no stone, the struggle for holiness thrives
Love as ammo, promise provides the shield, the battle is not yet lost
Fight the war of we, as people and not just currency, if only I could turn my mind off