Solar Temple

What lies we tell ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Out on the frontage road

Down by the interstate

We open up our sores

We cauterize ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Down by the interstate

Satisfied, full of pride

We become what we defy

Satisfied, comatose

We become what we fear most

What lies we tell ourselves

We open up our sores

We cauterize ourselves

Behind the blue motel

Like the insect in the hive

Like the richest junkie still alive

Satisfied, full of pride

We become what we deny

Satisfied cast aside

The solar lodge has its stride

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source)

(You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere)

(Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the)

(Innocents)