Those Poor Bastards Cult Of Loneliness
Oh I've been in such a rut
Man I feel like giving up
Blues as black as dirty coal
Never felt so f..ckin' low
At the cult of loneliness
The cult of loneliness and fear
The sky offends I pluck it out
What's this whole mess all about?
Seen you there with chains and locks
Trapped inside an empty box
At the cult of loneliness
The cult of loneliness and fear
Satan is real I see him everywhere
The night so still his hoof upon the stair
Dirty hair of yellow gold
The truth forever stays untold
After that deluge of rain
The clouds were never quite the same
At the cult of loneliness
The cult of loneliness and fear
The sun is setting light grows dim
I'm hanging from a hickory limb
The dirt is turning bloody red
As if the earth itself has bled
At the cult of loneliness
The cult of loneliness and fear
Satan is real I see him everywhere
The night so still his hoof upon the stair
