Machines of Loving Grace
album title: concentration
song title: albert speer
we have faced dispair
and found a river of air (?there?)
we have sucked the fruit of disease
and found that it tasted sweet
like meat gone bad
sleep warmly under columns of light X3
sleep with the fishes tonight
all alone in this red-blue star
became afraid of what we are
and what we might not be
in the land of the free
land of the free X4
smell the ripe budding america
sweet faced
straight laced
pornagraphic actress
that's a draw
no one could believe she'd appear in this smut
face smiling through innocent teeth
unaware of the debauchery beneath
face smiling through innocent teeth
unaware of the wolves running wild in the streets
in the land of the free
land of the free X4
get em up
get em down on their knees
all praise to allah he provides what we need
a swiss precision suicide machine i'm afraid
jesus christ
soul on ice
sleep with the motherfucking fishes tonight
tonight X6 |