Terminal City Lyrics - Singles - Machines Of Loving Grace

Divine the killing 

Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher 

We are alone, we are wired together 

Uptight in Terminal City 

Fucked up in Terminal City 

A Terminal City 

When I lower my stare 

Pure creature of electric air 

Becoming totally impared 

It's like sex without motion 

Fellow sleepers of the common dream 

The one injected by the ancient screen 

Fucked up in Terminal City 

Uptight in Terminal City 

Terminal City 

Recrush, toothbrush 

She wore a feline flower face 

He wanted to consume her, knew it was impossible 

The paper girls always drive into this place 

Uptight in Terminal City 

Wired... 

When I turn on 

When I tune in 

Will I drop out 

Will I drop out 

You awaken from the fairyland dream 

Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling 

You realise your a part of the machine 

Just a part of the machine 

Uptight in Terminal City 

Fucked up in Terminal City 

A tired Terminal City 

Uptight and terminal