Solar Temple
Machines of Loving Grace Lyrics


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What lies we tell ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Out on the frontage road
Down by the interstate
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Down by the interstate

Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we defy
Satisfied, comatose
We become what we fear most

What lies we tell ourselves
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Like the insect in the hive
Like the richest junkie still alive

Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we deny

Satisfied cast aside
The solar lodge has its stride

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source)
(You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere)




(Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the)
(Innocents)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Machines of Loving Grace's song 'Solar Temple' are a commentary on the lies we tell ourselves in order to maintain a sense of satisfaction and pride. The imagery of the blue motel and the interstate hint at a sense of transience and confinement. The lines "We open up our sores, we cauterize ourselves" suggest a cycle of self-harm and self-healing, as if we are perpetuating the very pain we are trying to escape. The comparison to an insect in a hive or the richest junkie still alive points to a sense of being trapped in a system that we have created for ourselves.


The chorus of the song provides a perspective on our actions and their consequences. It suggests that our satisfaction and complacency in our comfort zones will ultimately make us become what we fear most. We become the very things we have been trying to deny through our self-deception. The last stanza of the song seems to hint at the idea of the "Solar Lodge," which could be interpreted as a metaphor for a better way of life, but the singer suggests that this lodge has already cast aside those who are satisfied with their current existence.


Line by Line Meaning

What lies we tell ourselves
We deceive ourselves with falsehoods


Behind the blue motel
In secret, away from prying eyes


Out on the frontage road
In a desolate and isolated place


Down by the interstate
Near the busy and noisy freeway


We open up our sores
We expose our wounds and flaws


We cauterize ourselves
We try to heal ourselves


Like the insect in the hive
Like a mindless drone in society


Like the richest junkie still alive
While enjoying material success, we struggle internally


Satisfied, full of pride
Content with ourselves and our achievements


We become what we deny
We embody the things we reject


Satisfied, comatose
Blissful, but numb to reality


We become what we fear most
We turn into the very things we dread


Satisfied cast aside
We ignore the uncomfortable truths


The solar lodge has its stride
The cult-like group is thriving


(Softcore kickstand honey at the source)
A sexual reference to the cult's seductive practices


(You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere)
A mysterious and elusive figure is present


(Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the)
The cult may be responsible for violence and abuse


(Innocents)
Those who are wronged and powerless




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MICHAEL BERNARD FISHER, RAYMOND LEON RIENDEAU, SCOTT D. BENZEL, TOM MELCHIONDA

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