Machines Of Loving Grace Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Solar Temple

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 defy 

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 its stride 

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source 

You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere 

Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the 

Innocents)