This Cult Is A Bummer

I see a soft man, stuck in a dull life
Cutting down scenery, just cause it feels right
Is it the fear or the history contained?
Or the doomsday hard on that won't go away
To watch all the others in flames
That keeps you stuck in one place

And that’s the proof that roots get rotten
They dry up, they die up
Just a dead tumble weed, gone and forgotten
While your stuck holding the reigns
The crystal ball's blurry and showing its age
The seance is set and the bricks are all laid
The piss and the poison pour out of the page

Too wrapped up in rapture to wrap your head around the decay

While your stuck holding the reigns
The crystal ball's blurry and showing its age
The seance is set and the bricks are all laid
The piss and the poison just pour off the page