Terminal City - Machines Of Loving Grace

Divine the killing

Sublime terrorist

Gentle gnasher

We are alone

We are wired together

We are alone

We are wired together

Uptight

In Terminal City

Fucked up

In Terminal City

In 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

In Terminal City

Recrush

Toothbrush

She wore a feline flower face

He wanted to consume her

Knew it was impossible

But paper girls always drive into this place

Uptight

In terminal city

Wired

Terminal

When I

Turn on

When I

Tune in

Will I

Drop out

Will I

Drop out

You awaken from the very long dream

Your eyes are focused on the fan on the ceiling

You realize you’re a part of the machine

Just a part of the machine

Uptight

In Terminal City

Fucked up

In Terminal City

Uptight

In Terminal City

Fucked up

Terminal