Saltkin

Saltkin
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood
The crawling animals will seek all things warm, all things moist
I will relentlessly shame myself in rest in wake in front of
My truly born beloved
For here I lie in wait, hush little heart
Steal my sweating lips, wield my starving hips
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound, sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
The creeper's blood is seeping
From this undead wooden headboard
Varnish my forehead red in evening
Drift down over my jowls
Bid them writhe and sprout their heavy feathers
Lift my drooping heart

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me