ALBUM REVIEW: Cultist – Slow Suicide
Will the hands that formed my soul embrace me on the day?
Will the hands that formed my soul embrace me on the day?
Who are we to judge if we lack the insight to really see ourselves?
It’s a punch to the face, the way I’m left in my disdain.
Breaking habits felt just like a breakup from someone I don’t wanna know.
There’s permanence written in my veins.
The backs of my eyelids are lit like dancing neon lights.
This city’s so pretty when your lights on.
I feel, I feel the fear again.
Nowhere I want to be, nowhere further from the lines.