There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me

Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

The crawling animals will seek all things warm, all things moist.
And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest in wake in
Front of my truly born beloved, for here

I lie in wait, hush little heart

Steal my sweating lips, wield my starving hips

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me


Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury

Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return


The creeper's blood is seeping
From this undead wooden headboard

Varnish my forehead red in evening
Drip down over my jowls
Bid them writhe and sprout their heavy feathers

Lift my drooping heart

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me

Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury

Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return

Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return


There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me

Form a salt, sprinkle it around me