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Saltkin
   ------Purity Ring

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 head-bind hood
The crawling animals will seek all things warm, 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
Form a 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
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Into a blood-bound, cease rounded fury
Our bodies will return

The creepers 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
Form a 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
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