Cult Disciples - In the Web Songtexte

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 !
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