Machines Of Loving Grace: "Rite Of Shiva" Lyrics

Tantric sex magick 

fill the hole in my soul 

Tragic nymphonic 

she 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 realized 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 mother's gone insane 

with a dentist's drill 

and a diet pill 

sugar for the junkie makes the mother kill 

treacherous virgin 

virtuous thief 

the hearts of machines all pound when you breathe