| Cult |
|---|
| Searching for help |
| Desperate for something new |
| Swimming slowly to the surface |
| Without a clue |
| Where am I going? |
| I keep asking myself, why am I tied to this sunken anchor. |
| Sunken |
| Maybe this is where I belong |
| You call it strange, I call it home |
| I keep hiding myself, it’s a mindset. |
| You don’t know me, you never will. |
| This is my ritual, my cult, my life, but you will never understand it. |
