| Lyrics: | Autor: Machines Of Loving Grace
Album: Concentration
Title: Limiter
As sure
as prisons are the models for the city,
I let my mind and my body imprison me,
And now a
Versaille 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's
pressure on the back of my eyes.
The drip of your faucet, the warmth of your thighs,
And
the limiter, is 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, is 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's pressure on the back of my eyes.
The drip of your
faucet, the warmth of your thighs,
And the limiter, is 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, is still blinded
by the candlelight.
A delight, I can see you there.
A 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's
pressure on the back of my eyes.
The drip of your faucet, the warmth of your thighs,
And
the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight.
Still blinded by the candlelight.
Still
blinded by the candlelight.
Still blinded by the candlelight.
(A delight, I can see
you there.)
(A delight, I want to see you in my everywhere.)
(A delight, I can see you
there.)
(A delight, I want to see you in my everywhere.) |
