Cult - Push!

Searching for help

Desperate for something new

Swimming slowly to the surface

Without a clue

Where am I going?

I keep asking myself, why am I tied to this sunken anchor.

Sunken

Maybe this is where I belong

You call it strange, I call it home

I keep hiding myself, it’s a mindset.

You don’t know me, you never will.

This is my ritual, my cult, my life, but you will never understand it.