מילים לשיר Ancestor Cult – Machines Of Loving Grace

Let's take an ambulance ride Stuck in that summer sister
To the place where amnesia fills our eyes
The blood was like a river flowing
The earring dangles from the point of entry
And I am connected to the people ahead of me
To the wicked root of this the solid gravity
By a tangled stream of blood and entropy
Filled their eyes, they filled their eyes
And I am a child of the twentieth century And I recall that the others ahead of me
The fruit within your loins expanding
Suck in that stomach sister
The limb, popped from it's socket
A strange locked code overflows
Our occidental ancestral home
Genetic weakness from the eighteenth century Genetic who knows what from god knows whenThe limb, popped from it's socket.