The Initiate

Did I really go to high school

Or did I just watch it on tv?

Like roadkill or toys on a grave

Something so sad you can't unsee

Is this a simulation?

There's too too too many cops

Every time I take myself for a walk

And look up it's just

Everybody talking like cops

Trust the psychics

Trust the seers

Make yourself a believer

Split yourself in two

And then it's pleased to meet you

What's your name?

I think I'm in love

So I started talking to the old gods

With incense and honey

I want to make them make them make them

A part of every part of me

Bacchus, bacchus braid my hair

Take me away from this awful sadness

Now I'm ready for the madness

Initiate me!

Fellate me!

Free me!

Feel me

Unleashed

I wanna see I wanna see I wanna see

Perfect symmetry

Trust the psychics

Trust the seers

Make yourself a believer

Tear yourself in two

And then it's pleased to meet you

What's your name?

I think I'm in love