Indoctrinator's Deathbed Songtext
von Cult Leader

Get on your knees
I want you to beg for it with your last breath
Tears and tongues hang in the air
Breathe gold
Bleed gold


I will watch you suffer
Like a lonely mother on a filthy deathbed
Nothing will be there to offer you peace as you weep
You will not find peace

You breathed gold
Beautiful lies
You breathed gold
Blinding us

Do all of your lies still taste like heaven?
Or does it just taste like gold and bile now?