Cult of Redemption

Pick your poison

To move, or stay frozen

If Everlasting Life, was Everlasting Depression

Who, O' Lord, would ever want it?

Pick your poison

To be a slave, or have fake freedom

I'll pick my own, self-made delusions

Grandiose ideations are so fun after all

Give me a Reason

Any Reason

Give me a Sign

Any Sign

Give me a Prophet

Any Prophet

Tell me a Story

Come Lie with me