Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
Machines Of Loving Grace
As sure as prisons are the models for the city
I let my mind and my body imprison me
Now a Versailles has risen up inside
And I live in fear of the glide, in fear of the glide
And if the doors of perception were finally cleansed
I could see your face again
And my love for the world would be wild and pure
If not for this goddamn limiter
I pushed my limits to the sickening heights
And I can feel my heartbeat smashing on the back of my eyes
The drip of your faucet and the warmth of your thighs
And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight
The rubies and the pearls of the lovesick eye
The martyr's groans and the lover's sighs
Your legs so sheer in the UV light
And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight
As sure as prisons are the models for the city
I nurture my need for oil and electricity
The bigger the need gets
The more that the people want a piece of that
And if the doors of perception were finally cleansed
I could take my place again
And my love for the world would be wild and pure
If not for this goddamn limiter
I pushed my limits to the sickening heights
And I can feel my heartbeat smashing on the back of my eyes
The drip of your faucet and the warmth of your thighs
And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight
The rubies and the pearls of the lovesick eye
The martyr's groans and the lover's sighs
Your legs so sheer in the UV light
And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight
And delight
I can see you there
And delight
I want to see you in my everywhere
As sure as prisons are the models for the city
I nurture my need for oil and electricity
The bigger the need gets
The more that the people want a piece of that
I pushed my limits to the sickening heights
And I can feel my heartbeat smashing on the back of my eyes
The drip of your faucet and the warmth of your thighs
And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight
Still blinded by the candlelight...