13 Above the Night

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...