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Spin your yarns of a god above,

Zombie savior, born of so-called love.

Believe in heaven? Then why disdain

A faith where sewers are our sacred plain?

Chorus:

If you kneel to tales of sky-borne thrones,

Bow to the bowl, where decay atones.

Cult of shit x4

Cult of fuckin shit!

Blaspheme the heavens with each divine drop,

In our temples, the hallowed never stop.

Bow your head, inhale the sacred fume,

In the stench, our dogma blooms.

Chorus:

Truth in turds, as holy as the dead,

Who walk on water with holes in their head.



Cult of shit x4

Cult of fuckin shit!