A Good Life - Cult Leader

Drunk on the venom from the mouths of snakes

The taste was bitter

It broke me down

It stained my insides with the mark of Cain

My own mother won’t say my name

Raised by the wind and freezing rain

The gates of heaven have shut again

A perfect little worm feasting on dirt

A good life wasted longing for pain

Hidden in the dark watching lovers weep

Every heart will break and never heal again

I stand alone watching a perfect little worm as it feeds on dirt