Cult Songtext
von apwnm x tannis

Call it admiration if you wish
But I′ve never managed to inhabit
Such a face of peace
And even less
Such a mind

The pieces seem to fit
Like lithospheric plates
Resting against each others edges
No smile
No frown
No eyes
Even turned away
At ease


My plates are forced cracks
The eruption awaits
Calm is close, but too far
She hides underneath
Pushes trough inconveniently
Bitchy manners
Twitchy expressions
Nervous cheeks
Bite marks on lips
Eyes overwhelmed
Longing for sleep

I'm getting closer to the state
But close
Is barely visible
A new love
A sorrow
A great loss
An entire country away

(I′ll bend my head I'll kneel I'll worship if i must)

The life in that facial atmosphere
Is of no worldly concern

I′ll bend my head
I′ll kneel
I'll even worship
(I′ll worship if i must)

I'll form a cult

(I′ll bend my head I'll kneel I′ll worship if i must)