Machines of Loving Grace

Ancestor Cult
Let's take an ambulance ride to the place where amnesia fills our eyes suck in that summer sister the blood was like a river flowing the earring dangles from the point of entry to the wicked root of thickening gravity and I am connected to the people ahead of me by a tangled web of blood and entropy and I am a child of the twentieth century and I recall that the others ahead of me filled their eyes they filled their eyes they filled their eyes Suck in that stomach sister the fruit within your loins expanding a strange locked code the overflow of our occidental ancestral home Aus Songtexte Mania