Saltkin

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form a salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form a salt, sprinkle it around me Sleep is a welcome gadget In our headbondhood The crawling animals will seek All things warm all things moist I will relentlessly shame myself In rest in wake in front of My truly born beloved For here I lie in wait Hush little heart Steal my sweating lips Wield my starving hips There's a cult inside of me Form a salt sprinkle it around me Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return[3x] The creeper's blood is seeping From this undead wooden headboard Varnish my forehead red in evening Drip down over my jowls Bid them writhe and sprout their Heavy feathers lift my drooping head There's a cult inside of me Form a salt sprinkle it around me