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Machines Of Loving Grace Concentration Lilith, Eve I'm talking darkest night A shoddy simulation of paradise in leopard tights And there's a sinking fascination with the neon light And inside, inside it's war all the time With the budding blonde hookers and their decadent art Desire's a violent jackhammer of the heart When the world descends into helter-skelter The girls crawl in for shelter Lilith/Eve, I'm looking for something Come together over me And I don't know what I want, a wife or a lover I'm looking for something inbetween I'm talking blood on grass An overwrought suburbanite heart attack And paint it all black because the end is accelerating Back to the beginning and everybody's falling in line With the balding blind hustlers in their heroin hovels Giving dollar sucks inside Continentals With the radio blaring out "Helter Skelter" The creatures crawl in for shelter Lilith/Eve, I'm looking for something Come together over me And I don't know what I want, a wife or a lover I'm looking for something inbetween |
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