sex is one of those things... it can be such a beautiful thing; something that produces new life. but if we abuse it, it can also destroy. our culture has misused it... bob will be talking about this sunday at lifepoint. here is switchfoot's take on the subject:
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Sex is currency
She sells cars, she sells magazines
Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands with the hopeless nicotines
Everyone's a lost romantic,
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova,
Come and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
Sex is easier than love, is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to 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?
Where is my soul?
Sex is industry,
The CEO of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry, suburban youth: hail your so-called liberty
Every advertising antic
Our banner waves 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........
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our culture has created an environment in which teenagers think they have to have sex... if they don't, they won't be cool; they will "die here alone". so in a young person's mind, saving sex for what it was intended is so incredibly hard... it may even be accompanied by criticism from their peers. therefore for them, sex is 'easier than love, easier than life.' in those youthful years, it's simply the easy way out, or the easy way into popularity/acceptance.
but we quickly find ourselves feeling alone; finding it harder to face ourself in the mirror... what is the monster we've become? what have we done with our souls?
there is hope, and the writer of this song did his best to spread it. we need to find our own way of spreading this same hope to the young people around us.
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