The Kult Starts (Some W)here Lyrics

what floats to the surface
no one reserves
maybe i deserve
nerves that deny their existence
embarassing insects
crawl in me
they twitch and pinch at decipherings
of i don't know where to begin
when it began in me
pathways vanished
views overgrew
and your grace said it all over my face
why no one's name
is Hitler these days