Oh baby you're too pure
You're too pure for this wicked world
Your data's [bad word] But does something skip inside you?

That's what takes up time in this life
Add up the sum of the slights and
Sooner or later [bad word] inside you, gets behind you
Takes you under it's wing
Is it some kind of function?
[bad word] of what you've always been?

Sense memory, that's so passé
Is that what passes for vision these days?
I engineer no strangeness
I don't have that modern streak
What fills up this space in your life?
Does the sum of the slights hurt?
Sooner or later [bad word] inside you, gets behind you
Takes you under it's wing
Is it some kind of function?
[bad word] of what you've always been?

Time can't hurt you
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world
You can do it yourself, but make your ends known to your means and your lovers

Drop your guard, get over yourself
Kick your shoes to the floor [bad word] from your [bad word] to the other side of your head and I'll stand right by you
 [bad word] inside you, gets behind you
Takes you under it's wing
Is it some kind of function?
[bad word] of what you've always been?
 [bad word] inside you, gets behind you
Takes you under it's wing
Is it some kind of function?
[bad word] of what you've always been?

Time can't hurt you
I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world