Divine the killingSublime terrorist, gentle gnasherWe are alone, we are wired togetherUptight in Terminal CityFucked up in Terminal CityA Terminal CityWhen I lower my starePure creature of electric airBecoming totally imparedIt's like sex without motionFellow sleepers of the common dreamThe one injected by the ancient screenFucked up in Terminal CityUptight in Terminal CityTerminal CityRecrush, toothbrushShe wore a feline flower faceHe wanted to consume her, knew it was impossibleThe paper girls always drive into this placeUptight in Terminal CityWired...When I turn onWhen I tune inWill I drop outWill I drop outYou awaken from the fairyland dreamYour eyes have focused on the fan on the ceilingYou realise your a part of the machineJust a part of the machineUptight in Terminal CityFucked up in Terminal CityA tired Terminal CityUptight and terminal