Cult Leader Hotel Books

There's enough people that we hate
That I think we should build a temple
I guess I'll never relate to the people
That I'm supposed to resemble
There's an empty coffin at a wake
Carved with the words, "Death to all rebels"
A purgatory's an opened gate
When you project love, the right love will

And the only way to feel peace
Is to make your brothers hurt like hell
Just make sure you salute your masters
'Cause they'll probably hurt as well
And if they don't, I'm sure you'll be able to tell
'Cause you'll be the one feeling the crashing waves
And feeling the swell

And the apple never falls far from the tree
And darling, I guess we were the apples
That fell right into the weeds
We see all these blind sheep
Waiting for their turn at the slaughter
As they devour our existence
Under the branches of our father

Your skin is worn, my skin is torn
I think we should build a house so we have something to burn
Your skin is worn, and my skin is torn
I think we should build a house so we have something to burn
'Cause I trusted my mind to speak for my heart