different? My Cicciolina everything is physical My Cicciolina you fill me with a boa constrictor love Love like a fire, love like a flame But you eliminate
Well, you can't place faith in material things Material things will fail you A hurricane triggered by a butterfly's wings Your conspirators betray you
I am city I am the park I am glow In the mother fucking dark I am shocked and I seethe I don't want to believe no more, no more No more Golgotha tenement
fox mothers gone insane With a dentist's drill and a diet pill Sugar for the junkie makes a mother kill Treacherous virgin, virtuous thief The hearts of machines
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling You realise your a part of the machine Just a part of the machine Uptight in Terminal City Fucked up
I am city I am the park I am glow in the motherfucking dark I am shocked and I seethe I don't want to believe no more No more No more Golgotha tenement
love I still don't know what I've been thinking of All I really need is your love... (You already said that...) All I really need is your love, love, love
Get off the streets and rise from the pressure And burst out laughing, get off Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares Bleed kid, get
Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues Kick off your flares and platform shoes And burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral This machine has gone
burning pages of love (It's all I want, it's all I need) The dead desire fertility, stolen from a distant scene And all your drugs and your machines
You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now You're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown You're moving, yeah I think you're really moving
Traduction: Machines Of Loving Grace. Beatdown.
Traduction: Machines Of Loving Grace. Tenament calvaire.
Traduction: Machines Of Loving Grace. Si je doit exploser.
, tranquility Those who said a new world, new ways ever free Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me" I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love
us and loved others. The death of obsession. The blood relationship, creates such a rotten demise. Oh Lord. Such blackness portrays the love of a machine
grade of the King (Grace of the King yeah yeah) So my darling and I Make love in the sand To salute the last moment Ever on dry land Our machine has
