Machines Of Loving Grace Lyrics

Album: Concentration

Ancestor Cult

Let's take an ambulance ride 

to the place where 

amnesia fills our eyes 

suck in that summer sister 

the blood was like a river flowing 

the earring dangles from the point of entry 

to the wicked root of thickening gravity 

and I am connected to the people ahead of me 

by a tangled web of blood and entropy 

and I am a child of the twentieth century 

and I recall that the others ahead of me 

filled their eyes 

they filled their eyes 

they filled their eyes 

Suck in that stomach sister 

the fruit within your loins expanding 

a strange locked code 

the overflow of our occidental ancestral home