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
Becoming totally impared
It's like s** without motion
Fellow sleepers of the common dream
The one injected by the ancient screen
Fucked up in Terminal City
Uptight in Terminal City
Terminal City
Recrush, toothbrush
She wore a feline flower face
He wanted to consume her, knew it was impossible
The paper girls always drive into this place
Uptight in Terminal City
Wired...
When I turn on
When I tune in
Will I drop out
Will I drop out
You awaken from the fairyland dream
Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling
You realise your a part of the machine
Just a part of the machine
Uptight in Terminal City
Fucked up in Terminal City
A tired Terminal City
Uptight and terminal
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Terminal City Lyrics

Machines Of Loving Grace – Terminal City Lyrics