Cult Disciples

Bloodrushed

Cult Disciples


here`s a bee of worries buzzing in my head. Round and 
round it`s spinning, driving me mad. For days and nights it 
keeps me awake, The only time I`m free is when I`m hard 
at sleep. 

Is this me? Can it be? If it is, is it for all eternity? Am I 
you? Are you me? How can I be shure that I`m reallity? 
Am I to be - you or me? Though my visions clowded I can 
clearly see. I`m all locked up - Can´t fint the key, Is it me 
or is it my insanity? 

All those people amused me and I, Am I to blame that I 
told me that "They" must die? Agrovating, petronizing - I 
cannot stand "Them". A justifying Homocide for me, you 
and I. Is this me? Can it be? If it is , is it for all eternity? 

Watching "Them" watching me, still by hating "Them" I`m 
hating me! Night fall is near, They`re already here 
- Tonight, someone dies. 
Bloodrushed, They`re talking to me! 
Bloodrushed, The voices in my head. 

They`re in control - of my mind. "They" told me to, 
- I didn`t want to. "They" tell me kill, -And I do. 
I made a crime, "they" told me to, I`m so afraid, 
-But "They" are here. Why am I "Them" 
-Cause "They" are you. 
Why am I "Them"? -Cause "They" are you!