The Collective

Watching the skies for a sign
True believers will end their lives
In shifts cultist consumed
Blessed poison, and pushed the end
Suffocated, shrouded, castrated
Sexually confused within
Reach to the sky, I am the key
I am your leader, and in control…
Twisted Christian, brew theology
Science fiction, UFO’s a mastery
Shallow faith, relax your mind
Soon to sleep, and slowly die
Your chilling exit will be timeless
Imprisoned earth bound bodies
You deserve to die…
Descend beyond
Into darkness or ascend into light
Lonely soul, exit their skin
Desperate to believe in suicide
Shallow faith, relax your mind
Soon you will sleep, then you will die
Reach to the sky, I am the key
I am your God, and in control…