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• Artiste: Machines of Loving Grace
• Titre: Limiter
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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 pounding on the back of my eyes the drip of the 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 moans 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 it 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 pounding on the back of my eyes the drip of the 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 moans and the lover's sighs your legs so sheer in the UV light and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight Delight - I could see you there and Delight - I want to see you in me everywhere as sure as prisons are the models for the cities I let my mind and my body imprison me 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 the faucet and the warmth of your thighs and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight