Текст песни A Beautiful Machine - Vore Complex

Staring into your eyes
Eight knots of night
As you grip your shabby altar
Spitting out spite
Stung by a butterfly with wings of tin
Your poker in the fire
And a rattling rictus grin

You're a web of wild confusion
Like sugar from a gun
Frost flowers in the desert
In the dark lands of the sun
A Gnostic gallows gardener
Under razor-ripped clouds
Sing your sandpaper lullabies
To still the cattle crowds

Drowning in glitter
Drink the stars from the sky
You're a beautiful machine
The best that money can buy
But don't try to use love to measure your words
Just old lines scrawled in dirt
And the outcome absurd

With your dirty little dogmas cloaked in infantile spin
You're never there to finish what you care to begin
Suck out my sense with sordid-secret ease
Every day we remain stained with new disease
You tear friends open looking for the ends
You slip your toxins into every lisp of light you send
So you can sink your rhinestone teeth into this cold red dusk
You'll find that's all that's left when you betray my trust

Drowning in glitter
Drink the stars from the sky
You're a beautiful machine
The best that money can buy
But don't try to use love to measure your words
Just old lines scrawled in dirt
And the outcome absurd

Drowning in glitter
Drink the stars from the sky
You're a beautiful machine
The best that money can buy
But don't try to use love to measure your words
Just old lines scrawled in dirt
And the outcome absurd

Drowning in glitter
Drink the stars from the sky
You're a beautiful machine
The best that money can buy
A lost-and-found trauma clown
Skipping round your own frown
Grip slack
All out attack
There's no going back