A Machine in India

I'm going to India

Over and over again

I'm standing in a cylinder

Seeing all the bleeding vaginas

I feel it now coming over me

So I strive to love the Messiah

I'm going to India

Over and over again

I'm rushing to the nearest station

Feet and hands collide with the driver

All that I think

All I thought

And all I know

The Syrian missile guides itself into the vaginas

I'm going to India

Over and over again