מילים לשיר Rite Of Shiva – Machines Of Loving Grace

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