Come and Ride in the Cult of Light

Come And Ride In The Cult Of Light

KEV: I don’t think they called you a cult.

ME: Shut up, Kev! It was something like that…

Come and ride in the Cult of Light.

Look, I’m no airy visionary, no twisted-truth Koresh,

not vaguely Nostradamic, anyone with eyes to see

can see the world’s a total fucking mess.

So, come, let’s ride, stare the cult conviction.

Dance of Death ray disco, gawp at the light ‘til we see

End Of Times as Science Fiction.

Bile drips from the Daily Vent,

governments for wholesale now, not just rent.

Greed slop-feeds the tight-lipped,

troughing, complicit, as the earth is stripped.

New Armageddon-breed plastic dictators ,

the world forgot so soon. Light, take us!

Sun Divine, wipe us out – and start again.

KEV: I knew you’d say Armageddon, eventually.

ME: Helpful. Thanks, Kev.