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So Many Cults
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Lyrics
I remember the days When the digital haze Wasn’t clouding my view Clear as the sun Never felt overrun By a tirade of truths Now my mind’s racing Disinformation's chasing me Oh, I’m under the influence Oh, I’m under the influence Pupils dilate I begin to fixate Got the void in my hands Putting it down Just to turn back around ‘cause my conscious demands Hopelessly helping Myself to a wealth Of nothing Oh, I’m under the influence Oh, I’m under the influence Oh, I’m under the influence
It’s gone viral Infect the mainstream with your personal daydream It’s a global pandemic Viral infections and viral affections Are making us all sick Nothing stays, hidden forever Not your buried treasure Not your darkest, pleasures You know that secret spot that you love so much Well, it’s not so secret anymore Because It’s gone viral Success seems so easy to reach It’s all in the right, angle Just be obtuse Watch out for abuse What’s the size of the carrot you dangle Look what I'm eating, look at who’s cheating Don’t look now it’s the president tweeting Every breath you take Every move you make We’ll be watching you Because It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone fucking viral I just want to see it all today I just can’t seem to make it go away I just want to hear it all today I just can’t seem to make it go away I just want to see it all today I just can’t seem to make it go away I just want to feel it all today I just can’t seem to make it go away
I’m walking to the bar It’s Friday night She’s walking with me I’m high on life We drink and we sing PDA by the sink It’s okay, cuz we’re fucking vibing Then her friend comes around Never met I’m a clown Bad impressions they last forever Snide remarks side stares Dagger eyes crosshairs Her target system is set upon my face She’s a Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy You go to work at 9am You’re a ball point pen That’s running out of ink You walk in and he’s there With that smug little stare Clocking in But I know he’s clocking me Fuckers, trying to get ahead Never met a head That he didn’t want to take Sabotage underhand Motherfucker’s the man He’s coming for my livelihood and He’s a Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy weapon Directed energy
Instrumental — no lyrics.
Take me to the arcade Looking for a touch of fast play Spend the day on the promenade Look at all the lights blaze Keeping my eyes on the prize Realize it’s a losing game Oh I can’t stay At the Arcade Try to leave the arcade Played too many games Need some change Disengage Disassociate Feeling like a lost cause Play play play Take take Break break Can’t breakaway Oh, I’m on my last life So far to go I I need to level up And try to break the rut Get, get out of the game And try to be my own score It’s time to get a new life Can win against myself Oh I can’t stay At the arcade
Credits
- Performance
- Dave Pokk — vocals, guitar
- Jason Desiderio — synth, guitar, vocals
- Quinn Finney — bass, theremin
- Dante Muñoz — drums
- Recording
- Produced by Jason Desiderio & Dave Pokk
- Tracked by Jason Desiderio
- Mixed by Jason Desiderio & Matt Schaefer
- Mastered by Alan Douches
- Art & Words
- Songs written by So Many Cults
- Lyrics by Dave Pokk
- Artwork by Andrew Cashen
- Studios
- Recorded at The Good for Nothings Clubhouse
- Mixed at The Good for Nothings Clubhouse & Precision Sound
- Mastered at West West Side Music
- Release
- Released on October 2, 2026
- ℗ & © 2026 So Many Cults