Saltkin (Purity Ring)

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head-bind hood The crawling animals will seek all things From all things moist And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest and waking Find out my truly void, the rabbit freer I lie in wait, hush little heart Still my sweating lips wield my starving hips There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return The creeper's blood is seeping From this undead wooden headboard Punish my forehead red in evenings Drift down over my jowls Hither writhe and sprout their heavy feathers Lift my drooping head There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury Our bodies will return There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me From the salt, sprinkle it around me