Fellowship My parents died in a fire At least that's what we say So no one asks about the cult The house in disarray A hastily written note I'm a liar as a result My uncle moved far away Our cousins thought it best Not to talk about his life Members of the press Were sniffing around the compound No one ever found the knife My grandparents hated crowds Or groups of any kind Harmless hermits on the plains They locked themselves in the barn When the wind got too loud Just a Bible and some aspirin for the pain