Ah La La La La La La. Ah La La La La La La. Sex is currency. She sells cars. She sells magazines. Addictive bittersweet crack your hands. with the hopeless nicotines. Everyone's a lost romantic. Since our love became a kissing show. Everyone's a cassanova. Come and pass me the mistletoe. Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone. She is easier to love. It's easier to lie. It's easier to fake and smile and brag. It's easier leave. It's easier to lie. It's harder to face ourselves at night. Feeling alone. What have we done?. What is the monster we've become?. Were is my soul?. Ah la la la la. La la la la la la la. Sex is industry. The CEO of corporate policy. Skin-deep ministry. Suburban youth hailing so-called liberty. Every advertising antic. I've been a ways with a neon glow. War and love become pedantic. We wage love with a mistletoe. Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone. She is easier to love. It's easier to lie. It's easier to fake and smile and brag. It's easier leave. It's easier to lie. It's harder to face ourselves at night. Feeling alone. What have we done?. What is the monster we've become?. Were is my soul?