Beliefs lyrics

Cult

Occult

Sect

Religion

Each and all they claim their ways

Starting like rats through a maze

They creep and swerve all about

In wandering where they come out

Many creep and swerve within

Tossed and turned by good and sin

Tripping over one another for the exit

Some pray for the answer, others hex it

In the end the tunnel goes on and on

To the place each has ardiously won

The master to see that for so long sought

Each of them, their only life has bought

Will the purchase be equal the cost?

Will each wanderer be found or lost?