Solar Temple

What lies we tell ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Out on the frontage road
Down by the interstate
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Down by the interstate
Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we defied
Satisfied, comatose
We become what we fear most
What lies we tell ourselves
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Like the insect in the hive
Like the richest junkie still alive
Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we deny
Satisfied, cast aside
The solar lodge has hit its stride
(Softcore kickstand honey at the source
Softcore kickstand honey at the source
He came out of nowhere
You could hardly see him
He came out of nowhere
You could hardly see him
Softcore kickstand honey at the source
Softcore kickstand honey at the source
He came out of nowhere
Always a friend of the victim
At the slaughter of the innocents
The slaughter of the innocents…
Always a friend of the victim)