The Cult - Breathe

I don't wanna be myself

Yeah, baby, I just wanna run

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun, oh

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

I shot the sun

This tear of God

I shot the sun, baby

I don't wanna be myself

Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh

You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe

Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe

Straight into the sun

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This tear of God, this tear of God

I shot the sun, baby, oh

This tear of God

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

A fact of life for all to see

That every heart's a part of me

Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

And I shot the sun

And I shot the sun

And I shot the sun, baby

And I shot the sun, oh yeah

Breathe you bastard, breathe

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero

Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego

The Cult - American Gothic

I look inside your black heaven
I see your naked altar there, yeah, yeah, yeah
They rip you down and criticize you
Too strong to bend, too strong to care, oh, oh, oh

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the death machine

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the death machine

American Gothic, raven boy
Child monster with insect hair, yeah, heh, heh
You destroy this moral prison
You free the slaves, you free the slaves
You free the slaves, you free the

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine

Black star, white light
A black star, white light
A black star, white light
A black star, white light

American Gothic, your black heaven
American Gothic, your black heaven, yeah, your black heaven
American Gothic, your black heaven, yeah, your black heaven
American Gothic, it's your black heaven, your black heaven

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine

Black star, white light
Black star, white light
Eating the cancer cells from the, the death machine

American Gothic
American Gothic
American dream
Your black heaven
Your black heaven
Your black heaven

The Cult - Rise

You are the sun, I am the flame
You are the blood, I am the same
We are the love that rises again
They are the snake that bites on your veins

We are not chained to the wheel

You are the tear, I have no fear
You are so strange, I feel the same
Sorceress mind, we ride again

We are not chained to the wheel, to the wheel

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
'Cause you're up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise

You are alive and high in my dreams
You are the stars that mystify me
And you are the wolf that frightens the thief
And you are the voice that they disbelieve

We are not chained to the wheel

And you are the spark that sets us all free

We are not chained to the wheel, to the wheel

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
'Cause you're up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise

Whoa, baby

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
You got wings upon your back and you can fly

It's the way that you feel
It's the truth in your eye
'Cause you're up against the world and still you rise
And still you rise
Still you rise
Still you rise

The Cult - Nico

Hey Nico, stay strong in this world
My girl, ignore their cold words
The song of your heart's so true
The sigh is a way for you
Hey Nico, stay strong in this world

I watched your spirit fly
Across the velvet sky
The secrets that you hide

I'm lost inside your sweet kiss
Hey Nico, the life that you missed
Sometimes you're so strange to me
Alone as your heart that bleeds alone
Hey Nico, stay strong in this world, my girl

I watched your spirit fly
Across the velvet sky
The secrets that you hide
Yeah, the secret that you hide, that you hide

Then you fell
And then you fell
And then you fell
And then you fell straight to hell

Straight to hell
Straight to hell

The silence of your wings
The beauty that it brings
A kiss before we die
One kiss before we fry

I watched your spirit fly
Across the velvet sky
The secrets that you hide
The secret that you hide
Whoa-whoa, yeah

I watched your spirit fly
Across the velvet sky
The secrets that you hide
A secret that you hide, that you hide

Yeah, yeah...