Worship

Worship

You need your gods, you need your like-minded

Illuminate your face, you’re sitting in the crowd of blinded

Reach for your soul- nope, you can’t find it

See through the glass cage but you’re inside it

You bow to nothing you worship false idols

Om Nama Chiviah

Your gods have false titles

This mirror’s so ugly; this mirror’s so vital-

This pain’s euphoria the drug we take to feel delightful

Worship x8

Destruction’s beauty, so is the pigs you serve

So is the pile of your shit, more lies to earn

I need breath I need sex tell me when’s my turn

I need to spend I need to spend where’s the money burn?

They need you when they’re so pretty

You need them too because you crave their pity

This mirror’s so ugly; this mirror’s so vital-

This pain’s euphoria the drug we take to feel delightful

Worship x8