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Machines Of Loving Grace Machines Of Loving Grace Terminal City 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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