Machines Of Loving Grace

Machines Of Loving Grace - Terminal City

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Divine the killing

Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher

We are alone, we are wired together

Uptight in Terminal City

Fucked up in Terminal City

A Terminal City

When I lower my stare

Pure creature of electric air

Becoming totally impared

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

Terminal City

Recrush, toothbrush

She wore a feline flower face

He wanted to consume her, knew it was impossible

The paper girls always drive into this place

Uptight in Terminal City

Wired...

When I turn on

When I tune in

Will I drop out

Will I drop out

You awaken from the fairyland dream

Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling

You realise your a part of the machine

Just a part of the machine

Uptight in Terminal City

Fucked up in Terminal City

A tired Terminal City

Uptight and terminal

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