It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.
Cult
Absolve all your sins.
Millenial Murmurs Of Misanthropy
Absolve all your sins.
It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.
Wash away the sins of last night
I’ll make you well, good health I sell
Passing promises from clan to man To the axe in my greasy palms
Moonlight spreads through the skies As it dances on thighs.
A little more, go through that door;
Forevermore, you’ll be hell’s whore.
I am a blank slate
With no chalk
Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;
A little more, go through that door;
Forevermore, you’ll be hell’s whore.
Surely you feel remorse,
To take me with such force?