Lyrics Cult - Forgetting The Memories

Cult

They march
To stomp down on all that you are
You march in defense of the weak and the small
They wield their dogma as a weapon to kill
But you hold yours as an unbreakable shield
Next comes madness
The pen can’t bear the weight
So the sword comes out
Each stone an idea raining down from the sky
It’s a war of minds but thoughts are now fists
Because some minds are too incorrect to correct
I look to you
For guidance, for clarity
Give me the tools
So I can stand tall
For all I gave they’ve given nothing
But only taken
And now I’ll be the hero to this villain
I won’t lay down
There’s a war going on so listen well
There’s a tyrant at the door with lies for sale
Easy answers, empty promises
But don’t worry child we have the antidote
For the poisonous words and the venomous traitors
Give us an inch and we’ll swallow you whole
The world is on fire but who lit the match?
A spark’s all it takes I’ll promise you that
We’ll keep you safe and give you weapons to fight
I am the good
So follow me, follow me
I’ll do anything to feel like it matters to someone
To know what’s right
So follow me, follow me
But does it ever?
Do you ever?
They try to vilify us
To set off a witch hunt
To show us as something we’re not and themselves as the saviors
They hide behind the weakened masses
And claim to protect them
But their sickened thoughts
Erases all creation
Cut the head of the snake
It’s the only way to stop it
And then burn the rest
This beast needs to die
Die
These fucking demons
Cannot be reasoned with
Their mind’s too infested and their thoughts far too sick
For peace we need to kill them all
The world is on fire but who lit the match?
A spark’s all it takes I’ll promise you that
We’ll keep you safe and give you weapons to fight
I am the good
So follow me, follow me
I’ll do anything to feel like it matters to someone
To know what’s right
So follow me
So why is it always this?
Sensible many
Led by few
So eager to believe
Where good was supposed to be the goal
Spite and hate took control
After all
The ends justify the means
And in the end
No one wins