Limiter - Machines Of Loving Grace

As sure as prisons are the models for the city

I let my mind and my body imprison me

Now a Versailles 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 smashing on the back of my eyes

The drip of your 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 groans 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 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 smashing on the back of my eyes

The drip of your 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 groans and the lover’s sighs

Your legs so sheer in the UV light

And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight

And delight

I can see you there

And 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 smashing on the back of my eyes

The drip of your faucet and the warmth of your thighs

And the limiter, still blinded by the candlelight

Still blinded by the candlelight…