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The inaugural episode of Cult of Psyche opens with an original song performance exploring themes of illusion, blind devotion, and the inescapability of cult psychology through carnival imagery.
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Observers see the surface.
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the show's about to begin leave your mind at the door you won't be needing it again
spinning can't find the exit door cotton candy thought stick to my teeth one more carousels with their painted on screams welcome to the side show of shattered dreams take it stuff like scripture in my sweaty palms snake oil salvation
carnival song ring the bell, step right up drink the Kool-Aid from the cup golden wings but they're made of wire dance around the funeral pyre in the cult of psychic we worship battered shrine
treat our sanity for something behind yeah, you'll be screaming can't tell what's real in the cult of psychic tell me how you feel spinning, spinning, we're never coming down the cult of psychic will burn this old town
fortune teller's reading guys that all say run but we're hypnotized by the midnight sun clown paint melting down our desperate faces follow where they go through liminal spaces fun house mirror showing who we used to be before we pledged our souls for the promise to be free tight rope walking on a fray and thread living rent free inside your head
she promised metamorphosis but all we got was this abyss in the cult of psychic we worship battered shrine the cult of psychic we worship battered shrine
treat our sanity for something divine Kool-Aid will be screaming can't tell what's real in the cult of psychic tell me how you feel spinning, spinning, we're never coming down
the cult of psychic will burn this old town butterfly knife, butterfly wings will believe in anything hero shot his arrow straight through
now we're all infected too test your strength, try your luck, step inside you're already stuck metamorphosis for sale team join us in the elephant
empty seats on rides it never stops popcorn burning in an unmanned shop we're the last ones left but we won't leave in her name we still believe ferris wheel stuck at the very top
can see the whole world but we forgot what we came here looking for just know we can't walk out that door the barkers gone, the lights are dim but we still sing our twisted hymn she's in our blood, she's in our bones
this carnival is all we've known in the cult of psychic we worship battered shrine treat our sanity for something divine you lie up late screaming can't tell what's real in the cult of psychic tell me how you feel
spinning, spinning, we're never coming down the cult of psychic will burn this old town bleeding devotion from every vein in the cult of psychic we worship the pain the rides are stopped but the music plays in the cult of psychic we'll always stay forever and never, and never, and never
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