culted faith

 
exuding madness I exalt my demons
freely feeding off the souls of the willing
sinister stirrings excite me

I feel the fingers touching me
down in my hollow place pulsing my desire
in need of a sexual beating

I entreat the dark do my bidding
entrance the masses in culted bliss
rising through the ranks
exerting their sex
deep in the void fill my holes

raise Caine anarchy of the soul
causing havoc while the willing and unwilling writhe
bodies entwined in lewd poses
getting their fix of cunted bliss
down on their knees eating their disease

a zombie cure for the greedy
inflicted glory, gory to the core is my faith