There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me
Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head-bind hood The crawling animals will seek all things From all things moist And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest and waking Find out my truly void, the rabbit freer I lie in wait, hush little heart
Still my sweating lips wield my starving hips There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me
Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return
The creepers blood is seeping From this undead wooden headboard Punish my forehead red in evenings Drift down over my jowls Hither writhe and sprout their heavy feathers Lift my drooping head
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me
Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me
Compositores: Corin Roddick, Megan James ECAD: Obra #7961954