Loser Takes All

It's sex
You're not supposed to win
Either way you lose
And that's the point

Muhammad taught that sleep is a type of death
Well so is this you see

And too much of it makes you blind
Our mother's used to say

Of course, they were right
No way to maintain your dignity
And no way to hold your foresight

Perhaps that's why Abram was told to cut it off
Hh-hmm...
His foreskin,

As a reminder to men that sex is not about planning for the future

What a mess
A sexy mess

Alive I am dead and in sex I become a god
Anything is possible
Except--despite what is said--becoming an object

Each time I surrender to it
Some part of me is taken away

And yet I get everything I bargained for
with nothing that I longed for