Machines Of Loving Grace - Ancestor Cult Lyrics
Let's take an ambulance rideTo the place where amnesia fills our eyesStuck in that summer sisterThe blood was like a river flowingThe earring dangles from the point of entryTo the wicked root of this the solid gravityAnd I am connected to the people ahead of meBy a tangled stream of blood and entropyAnd I am a child of the twentieth centuryAnd I recall that the others ahead of meFilled their eyes, they filled their eyesSuck in that stomach sisterThe fruit within your loins expandingA strange locked code overflowsOur occidental ancestral homeThe limb, popped from it's socketGenetic weakness from the eighteenth centuryThe limb, popped from it's socketGenetic who knows what from god knows when