The Cull Songtext
von Lotus

Dragging through the overpromise
Raised on petty bourgeois tyranny
Deadened by the ebb inside
You got yourself caught in the blight

Sold short as a martyr to their bad intentions
You′ve been pushing against wedges from the tapered end
But you're stuck like the bad thoughts inside your head


Choking on their words
It′s hard to swallow more
But spitting out your own will only make things worse
So you whisper through your teeth to get them off your chest

And now it fucks with your head
With its teeth of upset
Digging deep into your chest

Be the thunder in their better weather
Spell their names as enemy
Be the salt in all their cuts
And meet their pain with apathy


Stomach defeat
Only rue the regret
Put an end to those rats
With spite on your breath