Текст (слова) песни: machines of loving grace - Rite Of Shiva
Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soul Tragic nymphonics got no place to go I pull the soul trigger, jaw chainsaw, goddess or believer (Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita) I do the rite of Shiva I`m sitting here petrified The car-crash collide, collapse, collide As I look into her liquid eyes Angels kill your appetite For little girls with expanded minds And I realised that I`d lost my lines When I looked into, into her eyes I pull the soul trigger, saw her face now I`m a believer (Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita) I do the rite of Shiva Headache under wiretap, daybreak`s disdain Luxuriating politicos cry fox mothers gone insane With a dentist`s drill and a diet pill Sugar for the junkie makes a mother kill Treacherous virgin, virtuous thief The hearts of machines all pound when you breathe
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