מילים לשיר Terminal City – Machines Of Loving Grace

Divine the killing
Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher
We are alone, we are wired together
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
A Terminal City When I lower my stare
Pure creature of electric air
It's like sex without motion Becoming totally impared
The one injected by the ancient screen
Fellow sleepers of the common dream
Fucked up in Terminal City
Terminal City Uptight in Terminal City
Recrush, toothbrush
He wanted to consume her, knew it was impossible
She wore a feline flower face
The paper girls always drive into this place
Uptight in Terminal City When I tune in
Wired.
When I turn on
Will I drop out
Will I drop out
You awaken from the fairyland dream You realise your a part of the machine
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
Just a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City A tired Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
Uptight and terminal.