Lyrics [Intro — whispered] Don't call it worship. We knew what we were doing. Come closer. [Verse 1] Midnight hanging from my teeth Red light underneath the street Everybody came to see What they swore they didn't need Little smoke around the door Little heat across the floor You can leave the way you came But you won't be quite the same [Pre-Chorus] No crown No chains No holy name Just one spark And something changed [Chorus] Welcome to the cult of the dragon Come if you want it, nobody's asking Hands in the fire, eyes in the dark We don't bow down We become what we are Cult of the dragon Heat in our blood and the whole room laughing If you came looking for something to save you— Wrong door, baby We're here to change you [Post-Chorus / Chant] Oh— Closer, closer Oh— Let it show Dragon, dragon Nobody owns us Dragon, dragon Come a little closer [Verse 2 — sung-rap] Black silk, sharp grin, smoke in my lungs Walk in clean, come out undone Don't need saints when the bassline hits Don't need truth that don't leave a print Pretty little myth with a pulse underneath Whole congregation got claws in their teeth You call it danger, I call it proof Something touched me Now I wear the truth [Pre-Chorus] No crown No chains No holy name Just one spark And something changed [Chorus] Welcome to the cult of the dragon Come if you want it, nobody's asking Hands in the fire, eyes in the dark We don't bow down We become what we are Cult of the dragon Heat in our blood and the whole room laughing If you came looking for something to save you— Wrong door, baby We're here to change you [Bridge — production drops almost completely] What did you see When the fire looked back? What did you lose That you wanted back? What did you become When you stopped looking away? Shh. Don't answer. [Beat returns — low spoken rap] Let the story show. Let the old skin go. If you know, you know. If you don't— come close. [Final Chorus — huge, gospel backing vocals] Welcome to the cult of the dragon Come if you want it, nobody's asking Hands in the fire, eyes in the dark We don't bow down We become what we are Cult of the dragon Whole damn room and the ceiling cracking No salvation, no getting even We came for the door— Then became the reason [Outro — whispered] Don't call it worship. Call it recognition.
