artist:Machines of Loving Grace
album title:concentration
song title:Limiter
As sure as prisons are the models for the city
i let my mind and my body imprison me
and now i'll decide
who's risen up inside of me
and i'll live in fear of the glide
fear of the glide
and 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 goddammned limiter
i push my limits to these sickening heights-----------------
and i can feel my heartbeat's pressure on the back of my eyes |