The Fox Industry Video (MV)

How much are men paid to nod their heads?
Glass of red wine? Pack of cigarettes?
Rhythm out of time, women out of line, where to start
Once again you've blamed me for art 'cause you've taken it to heart
Ageing, she waits in rain, in vein to feed on fantasies
Pulsing, she strips herself of velvet, silk and sanctity
Burning, welcome to the industry, honey
Now bite me. Bite me
You, seeing red, sleepwalking to the black room
You, black leads while red trails behind as you move
You, selling your faith to a fox in a suit
You
You, seeing red, sleepwalking to the black room
You, black leads while red trails behind as you move
You, selling your faith to a fox in a suit
You
Maybe the heart industry doesn't want to talk to you
Maybe the heart industry wants you to start the conversation
Maybe the heart industry doesn't want to talk to you
Maybe the heart industry has trouble bringing up emotion
Maybe the heart industry just doesn't want to talk to you
But maybe the heart industry is just busy at the moment
But maybe the heart industry just doesn't want to talk to you
And maybe the fox industry's waiting
Maybe the fox industry's waiting