Saltkin

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me

Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head-bind hood

The crawling animals will seek all things

From all things moist

And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest and waking

Find out my truly void, the rabbit freer

I lie in wait, hush little heart

Still my sweating lips wield my starving hips

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

The creeper's blood is seeping

From this undead wooden headboard

Punish my forehead red in evenings

Drift down over my jowls

Hither writhe and sprout their heavy feathers

Lift my drooping head

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury

Our bodies will return

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me

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

From the salt, sprinkle it around me