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Cult To Follow - Leave It All Behind

We wish you a merry government shutdown

A cool track we liked so we worked on it to release, a work in progress though.

Not Your Fool ( college radio remix  )

All my lyrics.

(Verse 1)

Feels like cloudy days, with sunny breaks. 
I can’t explain the breath it takes.
And I waste it on you. 
Pedal to the floor, need to hit the brakes. 
I know it’s all mental, 
but maybe I’ll settle, 
on a full speed, full metal..
jacket to the brain.
I’ll be the first to receive and throw the stone, 
talking tall, but stay alone. 
A dog with a thousand bones to pick from 
and the emptiness I find at home.
Blackened tone, yet I condone. 
Outdated, dead and gone. 
A world full of cells and I’m a home phone. 
A world full of cells and I’m a home phone. 

Like a lemonade stand in a war zone, 
Like an unruly tyrant I’m dethroned. 
Gifted with knowledge of the unknown, 
Self-destruct, my own cyclone.
Playing catch with my thoughts. 
Back and forth, my demeanor rots. 
Got a nice house, on a shitty lot. 
I’m a free man, but I still got caught.

(Chorus)

Now it starts to blur, 
sick simple kinda fade.
Now it starts to stir, 
a deep surface kind of hate.
Sticking to your fur, 
repressed and ugly traits.
We never see it coming, 
till it’s far too late.

(Verse 2)

So. Irrevocably, 
I hide inside. 
But to you 
I’m a pantomime of a bull ride. 
Gored by the beast, 
headed to the other side.
Inevitable fade. 
Down I lay. 
Sad attempt.
Charge of the light brigade. 
My armies are falling. 
Goddamn, It’s appalling. 
And I just can’t explain. 
How this only makes sense to those who’ve been through it. 
And how scared I am that I just might do it. 
Tried before and I fuckin’ blew it. 
Somehow, I just knew it…

This miraculous separatist. 
Nihilist and treacherous. 
Venomous catalyst.
Dissident alchemist. 
Sporadic antagonist. 
Tenuous strategist. 
Wish I could just...
Fuckin’ sleep. 
Dig down,
buried in deep, 
slink around and creep, 
like the worm I am, 
Can you feel it seep? 
Into the seeds I try to reap? 
Goddamn!

(Chorus)

Permanent Cell, 
all of us crammed--mask it. 
Headed for hell in a hand----basket. 
Another question?---Can I ask it?
And if I do, can I hack it?
The answer, can I feel it?
This darkness, can I curb it?
And we all know, 
but it just don’t show
Rise up or sink in my hole
Till this blackness overtakes my soul
No!!!

Cult To Follow - Leave It All Behind

Michał Wydmuch

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