Indoctrinator's Deathbed - Cult Leader

Get on your knees

I want you to beg for it with your last breath

Tears and tongues hang in the air

Breathe gold

Bleed gold

I will watch you suffer

Like a lonely mother on a filthy deathbed

Nothing will be there to offer you peace as you weep

You will not find peace

You breathed gold

Beautiful lies

You breathed gold

Blinding us

Do all of your lies still taste like heaven?

Or does it just taste like gold and bile now?