Cult Disciples

In the Web

Cult Disciples


Taste - the muscle of our pipe. 
Breathe - you are one of our kind. 
Eat - and swallow these lies, 
and die ! like a fly in the web. 

Laugh - with your smokefilled lungs. 
Inject - sing the fool`s song. 
Fade - like a spring flower. 
Numb - can`t you remember me? 

After a while you won`t smile You are in the web. 
Lunatic tricks, all for fix You are in the web. 
Colourfull dreams, rot`s like cream You are in the web. 
Fucked up inside, lost your pride You´re dead !