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 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
Terminal City
Re-crush, 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 realize 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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