Machines Of Loving Grace - Rite Of Shiva

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Tantric sex magic
Fill the hole in my soul
Tragic nymphonic
You got no place to go
I pulled the soul trigger
Jaw, chainsaw, goddess or believer
Roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita
One, get down
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 realized I’d lost my lines
When I looked into, into her eyes
I pulled the soul trigger
Saw her face, now I’m a believer
Roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita
Two, get down
I do the rite of Shiva
Headache under wiretaps
Daybreak’s disdain
Luxuriating politicos
Cry, fox mother’s gone insane
With the dentist’s drill and the diet pill
Sugar for the junkie makes the mother kill
Treacherous virgin, virtuous thief
The hearts of machines all pound when you breathe
I pulled the soul trigger
Jaw, chainsaw, goddess or believer
Roll in the grass with a green-eyed Lolita