Machines Of Loving Grace - Ancestor Cult Lyrics
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| Machines Of Loving Grace
- Ancestor Cult Lyrics
Album: Concentration 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
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