CULT OF FAKE
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VERSE1
I got a job pushing Abramelin
Targeting lost souls from an ice cream van
Scared of the terrorists under the bed
Life is a dream, When you’re on sedatives
Sacrifice sex and magic
Self centred raving of a psychopathic
Reason is eclipsed by faith
Doctrine, guns and Chemical restraints

CHORUS
High priest, Nitro
CULT OF FAKE
Propane, Nightmare
CULT OF FAKE

VERSE2
Apathy control to major Tom
Where have all the anarchists have gone?
Supreme truth, Heaven’s a lifetime away
But I can reach hell in under a day
If your going to do it, leave something witchy
This is your dream girl, start living it ..pretty
I get knowledge from the void above
Voodoo devotion and lots a drugs

CHORUS
High priest, Nitro
Your gunna make it in the…
CULT OF FAKE
Propane, Nightmare
Tragic fantastic in the…
CULT OF FAKE

VERSE3
Don’t worry about the bomb no more
You don’t need to worry about the bomb no more
Don’t worry about the bomb no more
You don’t need to worry about the bomb no more
Not suitable for mass production
In a pyramid of debt and frantic oblivion
Then something breaks and you’re a monster
Now shut up and drink the poison

CHORUS

Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © 2016.
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