Machines Of Loving Grace - Ancestor Cult | Текст песни

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Let's take an ambulance ride
To the place where
Amnesia fills our eyes
Suck in that summer sister

The blood was like a river flowing
The earring dangles from the point of entry
To the wicked root of thickening gravity
And I am connected to the people ahead of me

By a tangled web of blood and entropy
And I am a child of the twentieth century
And I recall that the others ahead of me
Filled their eyes

They filled their eyes
They filled their eyes
Suck in that stomach sister
The fruit within your loins expanding

A strange locked code
The overflow of our occidental ancestral home