couldn't be made...
dirt like this
rather be the spit
for a thirsty dog
shatter my veins
the frozen blood won't feel
as I scatter myself across
some summer field
it's denial
to believe in nothing
o deals with faith
and faith...alone
comfort is...
as comfort does
and comfort comes to those
who rise above
yes it does
one thing for certain,
last time I checked,
the cult of truth
fallen from its place
dress it up,
and call it what you will
there's a cult of love
standing on its face
there's a cult of love...
on its face...