B. Riley, Eric Pochek, Justin Riley, Martin Ruppert
Cult to cult, hope against hope.
Embracing the noose as we cling to the rope.
Even though we know this is our only home,
We still expect a savior as we dig this hole.
When it's cult to cult and hope things change,
Embracing the noose, as we're content to hang.
At this pace, the future only is pain,
So set yourself on fire and acclimate to the change.
GODS OVER BROKEN PEOPLE
We are trapped in a system that has failed us.
They don't even hide it. They don't have to,
Cause we have nowhere else to go.
You knew I'd be here. You knew that I'd crawl back,
Back again just like a dog to his vomit.
You knew I'd be here. You knew that I'd crawl back,
Back again just like a dog to his vomit.
Right here, crawl back.
You- You knew that I'd crawl back,
Back again just like a dog to his vomit.
