Machines Of Loving Grace: "Suicide King" Lyrics

Know your faults 

Know your friends 

Be prepared to take revenge 



Thought I feed it 

Keep it alive 

Watch it dissolve into slaughterhouse five 

Thought I could feed it sift the debris 

Heir to the throne of a suicide king 



-Bend like a reed in the wind- 

Violator diplomat 

They slip their fingers in 

Is it alive sift the debris 

Heir to the throne of a suicide king 

-Bend like a reed in the wind- 



The simple plots become confused 

The jaws are locked and we are immune 

From the horizon 



They slip their fingers in 

She smells like the future of money 

She smells like everything 

Simple plots become comfused 

The jaws are locked and 

We are immune