Solar Temple - Machines Of Loving Grace

What lies we tell ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Out on the frontage road

Down by the interstate

We open up our sores

We cauterize ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Down by the interstate

Satisfied, full of pride

We become what we defied

Satisfied, comatose

We become what we fear most

What lies we tell ourselves

We open up our sores

We cauterize ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Like the insect in the hive

Like the richest junkie still alive

Satisfied, full of pride

We become what we deny

Satisfied, cast aside

The solar lodge has hit its stride

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source

Softcore kickstand honey at the source

He came out of nowhere

You could hardly see him

He came out of nowhere

You could hardly see him

Softcore kickstand honey at the source

Softcore kickstand honey at the source

He came out of nowhere

Always a friend of the victim

At the slaughter of the innocents

The slaughter of the innocents…

Always a friend of the victim)