Rite Of Shiva Lyrics - Singles - 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