Cult

This is the message of my cult
There'll be no blackmail...of our souls
We pulled up the gate
This is the hour
Carve it in your skin
The stinging of the coldest siren

Don't bend up your back
Don't lie...in the juice of your mind, of the gutter
Son of mine
Hold your own
Son of suffer
Son of fire
Son of gold
Son of god

You are the fate
Mark your way
The way of the golden child
This is the era
We'll cut in the flesh
The binds of fear and prison bars

Son of earth
Son of time
Son of water
Son of hate
Son of love
Son of mine
It's time to play
Time to reclaim your powers
From the depths, of the dead and the past

You'll sail across the waking waves
You'll fly onto unlimited lines
You'll sail across the waking waves
You'll fly onto unlimited lines

You will understand
We live inside a shell
We need to crack it and...
Remove the blinding veil...the blinding veil
You will be amazed
The powers you possess
If only you'd believe
What your senses yet don't feel

You are the next
To determine if we wear hats or helmets