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Limiter
Machines Of Loving Grace
Autor: Machines Of Loving Grace
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.
I could see your face again,
And if the doors of perception were finally cleansed,
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 martyr's groans and the lover's sighs.
The rubies and the pearls of the lovesick eye,
And the limiter, is still blinded by the candlelight.
Your legs so sheer in the UV light,
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,
Your legs so sheer in the UV light,
The martyr's groans and the lover's sighs.
A delight, I can see you there.
And the limiter, is still blinded by the candlelight.
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.)
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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