Rite Of Shiva — текст песни (machines of loving grace)

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