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...