Ancestor Cult - Machines Of Loving Grace

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 the smiling gravity

And I am connected to the people ahead of me

By a tangled stream 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

The limb popped from its socket

Genetic weakness from the 18th century

The limb popped from its socket

Genetic weakness

From God knows when