Guyana (Cult Of The Damned)

We thank you for the cool aid, reverend jim
Were glad to leave behind their world of sin
Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
Rotting flesh, a sacrificial mound
Were you our God or a man in a play
Who took our applause and forced us to stay
Now all together we lived as we died
On your command by your side
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
In the cult of the damned we all worked the land
Too afraid to look up we all feared his hand
Hurry my children there isnt much time
But well meet again on the other side
Be good to the children and old people first
Hand them a drink theyre dying of thirst
Bigfoot bigfoot thrown in a well
Pulled under water screaming like hell
He told us life was just a hotel
Time to check out when he rang the bell
Mother, mother