Saltkin

Purity Ring

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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
And 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, 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
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return

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 heart

There's a cult, 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
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return

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