A Machine in India

I’m going to India over and over again.
I’m standin' in a cylinder, seein' all the bleedin' vaginas.
I feel it now comin' over me so I strive to love the Messiah.
I’m goin' to India over and over again.
I’m rushin' to the nearest station, feet and hands collided with the driver.
All that I think, all I thought and all I know the Syrian missile guides itself
into the vaginas.
I’m goin' to India over and over again.