Rite Of Shiva - Machines Of Loving Grace

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