The Perfect Cult

Taint the world with black and zinc

Pour the blood so our roots can drink

Boys and girls stay away from the light

Drench the dolls in the cement sea

Sell your soul for the final fee

All face down now the shackles are tight

'Cause I

Set for the storm where we destroy

I

I can hear them scream

For the death of our dreams and for the

King! Of betrayal and lust

Lord! Of nothing but dust

Die! In the gutter and dirt

We're the perfect cult

Perfect cult

Drag their scalps on the asphalt mile

And let them fight, taxidermied child

Kill the lights and ignite the fright

Strip the saints with the sinner's eye

Let the models march and witches fly

Sell yourselves be a part of the night

'Cause I

Set for the storm where we destroy

I

I can hear them scream

For the death of our dreams and for the

King! Of betrayal and lust

Lord! Of nothing but dust

Die! In the gutter and dirt

We're the perfect cult

Perfect cult

Ashes rain on frozen skin

Suffer the consequence for all that's been

'Cause we enjoy it when it burns, cries, cracks, dies

A feast for the shadows when we see it as it

Burns, cries, cracks, dies

A feast for the hollowed when we see the

King! Of betrayal and lust

Lord! Of nothing but dust

Die! In the gutter and dirt

We're the perfect cult

Perfect cult

King

Lord

Die! In the gutter and dirt

We're the perfect cult

Perfect cult