Bring Home the Motherlode

Crawl in Enter the institution Arboria Cult of the acid kings They will show you the way And then make you their own The shadows hand gripping Lay the drop on the tongue Submering into the black hole The bleeding skull Worship the vessel that guides you Keeps you and blinds you Come my son Waiting for you Your rise and fall Enter dimensional hole Crawl inside You know the way The lonely road Leading to yours Bleeding is your third eye And once you will reach the edge Nothing is real I've seen the end In technicolor Follow me there Inhale youreself Too late now Crawl out of the dimensional hole Shed the skin of old You feel it Its your constant lie Bleed the end away And now you lay brainwashed and drained Entombed in their embrace forever Come my son Waiting for you Your rise and fall Bleed the skulls dry Bleed the skulls dry Bleed the skulls dry Bleed the skulls