Lyrics Ancestor Cult - Machines Of Loving Grace

Ancestor Cult

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