Machines Of Loving Grace: "Terminal City" Lyrics

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 

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 

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