Machines of Loving Grace

Terminal City
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 Aus Songtexte Mania