Machines Of Loving Grace: "Rite Of Shiva (P.I.F. Mix)" Lyrics

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