The Kult is on the rise, and people are saying you better watch out before it's too late
Time to go to a heavy place, to a heavy place
Time to go to a heavy place
We can feel the pulse of time
Naked in the make of lies
That suffocate and blind
We may burn, but we will shine
Let's strip away the nausea
And rise above the night
Blow your sweet drug, my way
Psychomatic, baby
Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way
Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby!
Time to go to a heavy place
And once we're there
We're gonna let our hair down, baby
Bite the vein, feed the line, sit back
Sit back and watch the world go crazy
We can feel the pulse of time
Naked in the make of lies
That suffocate and blind
We may burn, but we will shine
Let's strip away the nausea
And rise above the night
Blow your sweet drug, my way
Psychomatic, baby
Blow your sweet drug, my way, my way
Psychomatic, baby, baby, baby, baby!
Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
Gotta get out, gotta get out from
Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
Gotta get out from under the gun
Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
Gotta get out, gotta get out from
Gotta get out, gotta get, gotta gotta get
Gotta get out from under the gun
The Kult is on the rise, and people are saying you better watch out before it's too late
Can you count the times in between
And just let everything else go
I mean, just let everything go
Sometimes, ever?
Okay, bye...