CULT LEADER LYRICS

1. God's Lonely Children

We call it heaven,
But it only answers to hell.
It comes in waves,
Breaking and rolling back.
It wears us down,
Piece by piece.
God's lonely children act like starving pigs.
We turn our backs on our burning homes.
There's nothing for us here.
Move on.

2. Flightless Birds

Go forth blindly,
Go forth and be hollow.
Make excuses.
Set those fires.
Lick that salt off your skin.

I can't find it in my hollow heart,
That sacred feeling you promised would be there.
All I found was bitterness,
And the pieces of every broken thing.

What an ugly gift a life of faith and servitude is.
Why are you so weak?
You can't behead invisible kings.
You're all just birds with broken wings.

3. Mongrel

I am a loyal dog.
My name is sorrow.
A name they gave me,
When I took their joy away,
With my first breath.

I am a loyal dog.
I'll stay by your side forever.
And when you finally give up,
I'll eat what's left of you.

I am a loyal dog.

4. Indoctrinator's Deathbed

Get on your knees,
I want you to beg for it with your last breath.
Tears and tongues hang in the air.
Breathe gold.
Bleed gold.

I will watch you suffer,
Like a lonely mother on a filthy deathbed.
Nothing will be there to offer you peace as you weep.
You will not find peace.

You breathed gold.
Beautiful lies.
You breathed gold.
Blinding us.

Do all of your lies still taste like heaven?
Or does it just taste like gold and bile now?

5. Skin Crawler

A monolithic silver tongue.
A fucking politician standing tall against the sky.
Weak roots reveal harsh truths.
Skin will crawl.

Stomachs will turn inside and out.
Sift through the poison.
It leaks from the mouth.
Eat the foundation.
Soak up the praise.
Fuck all the others.
Stand on their bones.
Build a bright future.
Cover it in gas.
Wait for another to strike the match.

You're no martyr.
You earned every whisper.
You earned every sideways glance.
All that strength is fake.
Strike a cowards pose.
Who would have thought a snake could walk.
It's so much worse than you think.

6. Driftwood

She is driftwood,
Porcelain branches entangle her.
Face down,
Her dress caught on the banks of the river,
Fingers dancing in the current.

She is a ghost,
With lungs full of water.
How could I have known?

Her heart was empty,
And she never planned on coming home.

Come home.
Come home to me.







CULT LEADER LYRICS