Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soulTragic nymphonics got no place to goI pull the soul trigger, jaw chainsaw, goddess or believer(Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita)I do the rite of ShivaI'm sitting here petrifiedThe car-crash collide, collapse, collideAs I look into her liquid eyesAngels kill your appetiteFor little girls with expanded mindsAnd I realised that I'd lost my linesWhen I looked into, into her eyesI pull the soul trigger, saw her face now I'm a believer(Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita)I do the rite of ShivaHeadache under wiretap, daybreak's disdainLuxuriating politicos cry fox mothers gone insaneWith a dentist's drill and a diet pillSugar for the junkie makes a mother killTreacherous virgin, virtuous thiefThe hearts of machines all pound when you breathe