Cult / Misleader

We corrupt our young and we speak in tongues

We're content with lust cause we're in love with our guns

Hallelujah, put your hands in the air

You bare the grins of dead carps

Do you love him enough to bring blood?

I'll praise he who counsels me

But so far I've heard nothing

And I ain't shaken

And I ain't shaken

You're the product of kindred love

Parade around the cross to cover it up

You thrive on the faint like rats on remains

Who think they need you like a needle to the vein

Sh sh shoot it up and drift away

This faction is only fashion

And it's fallen on its face

They lure you into their dead lights

Holy spirit compels them to

So it makes it right

So it makes it right

I truly resent you

Or maybe its envy I'm feeling

But I've already come to terms with feeling nothing

We're content with lust cause we love our guns

We're content with lust cause we love our

You're as charismatic as a strung out fanatic in need of new holes

Keeps you fiending for more

You captivate with your words

You spit em out like clock work

And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm

You thrive on the faint like rats on remains

Who think they need you like a needle to the vein

Sh sh shoot it up and drift away

This faction is only fashion

And it's fallen on its face

You captivate with your words

You spit em out like clock work

And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm