Cult Leader
A Good Life
Drunk on the venom from the mouths of snakes
The taste was bitter
It broke me down
It stained my insides with the mark of Cain
My own mother won't say my name
Raised by the wind and freezing rain
The gates of heaven have shut again
A perfect little worm feasting on dirt
A good life wasted longing for pain
Hidden in the dark watching lovers weep
Every heart will break and never heal again
I stand alone watching a perfect little worm as it feeds on dirt