Machines Of Loving Grace

I'm gonna give you one more chance Now if you want to apologize Here's your opportunity Body

Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues Kick off your flares and platform shoes And burn like brilliant trash

Will God help us when South Africa burns? We're vicious creatures and we're all taking turns Will

Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soul Tragic nymphonics got no place to go I pull the soul trigger, jaw

Well, you can't place faith in material things Material things will fail you A hurricane triggered by a

Divine the killing Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher We are alone, we are wired together Uptight in

Get off the streets and rise from the pressure And burst out laughing, get off Where the cops all wear

I am city I am the park I am glow in the motherfucking dark I am shocked and I seethe I don't

I am city I am the park I am glow In the mother fucking dark I am shocked and I seethe

You said everything revolves around a certain principle You said everything depends upon our understanding of the

You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now You're moving under the clouds in a Dior