Ancestor Cult - Lyrics - 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