Machines Of Loving Grace - Terminal City lyrics

Divine the killing
sublime terrorist
gentle gnasher
we´re alone
we´re wired together
we´re alone
we´re wired together
uptight in terminal city
f*cked up in terminal city
When I lower my stare
pure creature of electric air becoming totally impaired
it is like sex without motion
fellow sleepers of the common dream
the one injected by the ancient screen
f*cked 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

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