Purity Ring - saltkin

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me Sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood The crawling animals will seek All things warm, all things moist And I will relentlessly shame myself In rest, in wake, in front of My truly born beloved For here I lie in wait Hush little heart Steal my sweating lips Wield my starving hips There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return The creepers blood is seeping From this undead, wooden headboard Varnish my forehead red in evenings Drip down over my jowls Bid them writhe and sprout their Heavy feathers lift my drooping head There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return Into a bright, bound sea surrounded fury Our bodies will return There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me