The Cult
Did you hear about The Cult?
You know they know all about us
Got this weird sadistic laugh
And got the devil horns to match
Don't be fooled by their facade
That's how they get you after dark
Won't take long for them to snap
You're just another throat to slash
And I'm so sick of it
'But the literature is clear on this'
Read about taking my life back lately
No more teasing my vendetta
You can bet I'm out for blood baby
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
Don't you realise how you look?
Oh no I didn't think you would
Wanna talk about good faith?
Good thing you're such a fucking saint
Say my body's not my own
Seems like you lack a frontal lobe
You pretend to give, then take
From me the best part of a decade
And I'm so sick of it
'But the literature is clear on this'
Read about taking my life back lately
No more teasing my vendetta
Cos it's game, set, match, baby
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
I'll ring the reckoning
And bring the devil in
So you can have a friend in all the hate you're practising
You sound ridiculous
Blaming Leviticus
Pray they're as nice to you as you were to the innocents
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
You know they know all about us
Got this weird sadistic laugh
And got the devil horns to match
Don't be fooled by their facade
That's how they get you after dark
Won't take long for them to snap
You're just another throat to slash
And I'm so sick of it
'But the literature is clear on this'
Read about taking my life back lately
No more teasing my vendetta
You can bet I'm out for blood baby
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
Don't you realise how you look?
Oh no I didn't think you would
Wanna talk about good faith?
Good thing you're such a fucking saint
Say my body's not my own
Seems like you lack a frontal lobe
You pretend to give, then take
From me the best part of a decade
And I'm so sick of it
'But the literature is clear on this'
Read about taking my life back lately
No more teasing my vendetta
Cos it's game, set, match, baby
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
I'll ring the reckoning
And bring the devil in
So you can have a friend in all the hate you're practising
You sound ridiculous
Blaming Leviticus
Pray they're as nice to you as you were to the innocents
Boohoo
You don't like what I do (or who!)
Well fuck you
I couldn't give a shit about your Gods or manuscripts
I'm so over over over all of this
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