Ancestor Cult

Machines Of Loving Grace

Composición de: 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 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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