Cult Story (2nd draft)

CONTEXT: I'm an aspiring musician who's had a lot of anxiety and trouble getting any lyrics out of my head at all. I was stuck in a cult for about 18 months, a few years ago, and even if it ends up cliche or uninspired, I've been really wanting to write an album about my experiences. This would be the first song (i guess?)

 

[Spoken intro]This the first part of a tale of a girl who found herself in a cult

She painted her faces in colours you’ve never seen before

And gazed into her new sun, as a result

Until her eyes watered.

Until she forgot everything she abhorred
/ / (Guitar)
[VERSE]

What if I told you
Every horror story has humble beginnings

Pulled in slowly but surely ~

Pulled in slowly but surely ~

I struggle to find the words sometimes, but I know the meanings

/ / (Guitar)

You made me look at the leaves so that I couldn’t see
The forest you were dragging me into
Pulled in slowly but surely ~
Pulled in slowly but surely
I struggled to see the sky from underneath your canopy

/ / Guitar break

[CHORUS]

YOU BURNT IT ALL DOWN . . .

YOU BURNT IT ALL DOWN . . .

I’LL PACK MY THINGS
I’LL BE LEAVING NOW

I’LL PACK MY THINGS
I’LL BE LEAVING NOW

 

YEARS OF MY LIFE
SWIRLING IN THE DRAIN

. . . AM I INSANE?

. . . AM I INSANE?
[VERSE]
“Under my wing, young child

Nobody knows you like I do
Nobody knows me like you do
Repeat after me
Repeat after me:
Leave it all behind

(Leave it all behind)

Live a new life
(Live a new life)
I will heal you, broken thing

I will remould you,

Again and again and again

Just follow my design

(Just follow your design)

And it’ll all be fine

(it’ll all be fine)
There’s nothing left for you out there
So make a new future in here with me”

 

[BRIDGE]

I’m lucky that I got out when I did

I used to wonder if I’d be better dead~

Pulled in slowly but surely

Pulled in slowly but surely!

 

[CHORUS]

YOU BURNT IT ALL DOWN . . .

YOU BURNT IT ALL DOWN . . .

I’LL PACK MY THINGS
I’LL BE LEAVING NOW

I’LL PACK MY THINGS
I’LL BE LEAVING NOW

 

YEARS OF MY LIFE
SWIRLING IN THE DRAIN

WILL IT EVER BE OK? . . .

WILL IT EVER BE OK? . . .



[Spoken]

With it all behind her, the paint wiped off her face

The girl still didn’t see the forest for the trees

She jumped at every shadow that reminded her of the disgrace

And her eyes still watering, she cowered from the breeze.

She said “I’ve let them all down, I’ve let them all down”

She talked to everyone she'd missed.

And soon she would find that she could breathe, now.

What happened? From the beginning now, let's find out.

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thank you for reading if you did, and sorry if it's annoying or aggravating. i hope to fine tune this a bit more and then figure out some basic chord progressions and develop more of a rhythm