Machines Of Loving Grace

Terminal City

Machines Of Loving Grace


Divine the killing 
sublime terrorist 
gentle gnasher 
we are alone 
we are wired together 
we are alone 
we are wired together 
uptight in terminal city 
fucked up in terminal city 
When I lower my stare 
pure creature of electric air becoming totally impaired 
it's like sex without motion 
fellow sleepers of the common dream 
the one injected by the ancient screen 
fucked up in terminal city 
uptight in terminal city 
recrush 
toothbrush 
she wore a feline flower face 
he wanted to consume her 
knew it was impossible 
paper girls always drive into this place 
uptight in terminal city 
wired 
when I turn on 
when I tune in 
will I dropout 
will I drop out