Machines Of Loving Grace - Albert Speer Lyrics
We have faced despair and found a river thereWe have faced despair and found a river thereWe have sucked the fruit of diseaseAnd found that it tasted sweet like meat gone badSleep warmly under columns of lightSleep with the fishes tonightAll alone in this recluse carBecame afraid of what we areAnd what we might not beIn the land of the freeSmell the ripe budding AmericaSweet-faced, straight-laced porographic actressThat's her drawNo one can believe she'd appear in this smutHer face smiling perfect through innocent teethUnaware of the debauchery beneathFace smiling perfect through innocent teethUnaware of the wolves running wild in her streetsIn the land of the freeGet 'em up, get 'em down on their kneesAll praise to Allah, he provides what we needA Swiss precision suicide machine, and we're freeJesus Christ, soul on iceSleep with the mother*****ing fishes tonight