Sex Machine Songtext
von Pompeii Wellness Concept

Confusions, illusions
Bad luck, good luck
I′m wheeled out into the sitting room
Dinner, with whom I'm not sure
Where is my son

Staring at a gray wall
From under the table
I feel so good
I feel so good
My body can′t do fucking anything
But I feel so good
I feel so fucking good
I got parasites, I got parasites
In my fucking brain
I got parasites, I got parasites
In my fucking brain


Murder on the Dodder
Murder on the Dodder
Who will be the next witness
Who will be the next host
Pocket full of shells
And a pocket full of parasites
Fuck the system
Fuck the pigs
Have sex with the machine
Have sex with the machine
I'm a sex machine
I'm a sex machine
I′m a sex machine

Staring at a gray wall
From under the table
I feel so good
I feel so good
My body can′t do fucking anything
But I feel so good
I feel so fucking good
I got parasites, I got parasites
In my fucking brain
I got parasites, I got parasites
In my fucking brain


Murder on the Dodder
Murder on the Dodder
Who will be the next witness
Who will be the next host
Pocket full of shells
And a pocket full of parasites
Fuck the system
Fuck the pigs
Have sex with the machine
Have sex with the machine
Have sex with the machine
I'm a sex machine
I′m a sex machine
I'm a sex machine
I′m a sex machine
I'm a sex machine
I′m a sex machine

Confusions, illusions
Bad luck, good luck
I'm wheeled out into the sitting room
Dinner, with whom I'm not sure
Where is my son
I shit my pants