What a sad, sad picture to paint
Of a dirty, dirty little soul
We are so blind here
Won't you watch us all fall apart

I find it hard to believe in it believe in what you give to me
I never thought I would find you here find you buried in chemicals
So tie a rope to either side and lets see how your limbs hold up
Eventually we will sink or swim sink or swim sink into the grey abyss
 [bad word] CULT_1986