They gather when the moon erases shadows from the pines
wearing ceremonial absurdity like wisdom passed through time
chanting words they found on Reddit mixed with Latin they don’t know
summoning entities that probably don’t exist but here we go
the high priest reads from paperback he bought at Barnes and Noble
while the acolytes pretend this bullshit makes them something global
someone brought a boombox playing Gregorian chant downloaded
from YouTube mixed with whale sounds for the cosmic vibe they’ve loaded
welcome to the cult where mediocre people play at being deep
where suburban desperation meets the darkness of the week
we’re performing rituals we learned from cable television
sacrificing rationality for sense of mission driven
this is terror as a lifestyle choice a hobby for the bored
who’d rather worship nonsense than admit they’re fucking floored
by ordinary emptiness that comes with being human
so we dress in robes and playact at communion
The sacrifice is metaphorical they’re not completely mental
just performing theater that they swear is transcendental
the chicken stays alive they’re vegetarians with boundaries
their dark lord accepts tofu and respects imaginary foundries
someone’s crying saying they can feel the presence of the old ones
I suspect it’s just the edibles they took before the cold comes
the circle’s drawn in chalk from Dollar Store not virgin blood
and half of them are checking phones while chanting through the mud
welcome to the cult where mediocre people play at being deep
where suburban desperation meets the darkness of the week
we’re performing rituals we learned from cable television
sacrificing rationality for sense of mission driven
this is terror as a lifestyle choice a hobby for the bored
who’d rather worship nonsense than admit they’re fucking floored
by ordinary emptiness that comes with being human
so we dress in robes and playact at communion
The truth is they’re accountants teachers middle managers
who found community in cosplaying as worshipers
of forces that don’t answer prayers or grant them special power
just gives them something weird to do for ninety minutes every hour
they’ll return to homes with mortgages and mediocre marriages
tomorrow back to normal till next week’s disparages
of sanity in service of belonging to a tribe
of other disappointed people looking for a vibe
welcome to the cult where mediocre people play at being deep
where suburban desperation meets the darkness of the week
we’re performing rituals we learned from cable television
sacrificing rationality for sense of mission driven
this is terror as a lifestyle choice a hobby for the bored
who’d rather worship nonsense than admit they’re fucking floored
by ordinary emptiness that comes with being human
so we dress in robes and playact at communion
The demon never shows but that’s not really what they’re after
just the performance of belief and sound of hollow laughter