Solar Temple - Lyrics - Machines Of Loving Grace

What lies we tell ourselves Behind the blue motel Out on the frontage road Down by the interstate We open up our sores We cauterize ourselves Behind the blue motel Down by the interstate Satisfied, full of pride We become what we defied Satisfied, comatose We become what we fear most What lies we tell ourselves We open up our sores We cauterize ourselves Behind the blue motel Like the insect in the hive Like the richest junkie still alive Satisfied, full of pride We become what we deny Satisfied, cast aside The solar lodge has hit its stride (Softcore kickstand honey at the source Softcore kickstand honey at the source ? You could hardly see him He came out of nowhere Softcore kickstand honey at the source Softcore kickstand honey at the source ? Always a friend of the victim At the slaughter of the innocents The slaughter of the innocents... Always a friend of the victim)