Albert Speer - Machines Of Loving Grace

We have faced despair and found a river there

We have faced despair and found a river there

We have sucked the fruit of disease and found that it tasted sweet

Like meat gone bad

Sleep warmly under columns of light…

Sleep with the fishes tonight

All alone in this recluse car

Became afraid of what we are

And what we might not be

In the land of the free

Land of the free…

Smell the ripe budding America

Sweet-faced, straight-laced pornographic actress

That’s her draw

No one can believe she’d appear in this smut

Face smiling perfect through innocent teeth

Unaware of the debauchery beneath

Face smiling perfect through innocent teeth

Unaware of the wolves running wild in her streets

In the

Land of the free…

Get 'em up, get 'em down on their knees

All praise to Allah, who provides what we need

A Swiss precision suicide machine and we’re free

Jesus Christ

Soul on ice

Sleep with the motherfuckin' fishes tonight