IN THE DEATH CULT
little children running naked around
playing with their toys on the ground
young mothers lying dead in the woods
crying didn’t do them any good
in the death cult we all live
in the death cult you get what you give
it’s monsoon season and we sleep in the mud
rain pours down just like blood
elders telling tales around the fire
saying prayers in front of the pyre
in the death cult we all live
in the death cult you get what you give
in the death cult
buzzards pick at skulls all around
children play with bones on the ground
elders smile and take them by the hand
lead away the sacrificial lambs
in the death cult we all live
in the death cult you get what you give