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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