Cult Ritual - Cult Ritual (2009)

Cult Ritual - Cult Ritual Lyrics

1. Holidays

shattered up holidays

another pig on the street

and dirty faces get the creep beat down

you're the neon cop

choke on death with your favorite holidays

he was the right man for the job 

but wasn't quick enough

this time got killed

isn't that right?

nevermind the loss, it's just a pig on a cross

play the hero

play the killer

play the cop

play dead

2. Horror Sale

cheap death is nothing new

garbage water looks good on you 

everyone gets fed

everyone gets fucked for cheap death

get sick and love the taste

sometimes but not always

it's a horror sale

life on the shelf

in your favorite hell

3. Ugly Years

screaming only gets you so far, 

carrying stupid scars

we'll just keep our dirt to ourselves, 

while the sisters doing well on her knees

saying "please, please"

after four years that might as well be erased

so keep your dirt to yourself

when it sticks to the ribs

all these ugly years

just get spit out

4. Nailed

hide all your nightmares under the mattress 

and hope you don't get cut

we all heal the same way

but sometimes things just get infected 

burned up and clocked out

another secret swept under the rug

you can't hide when you're nailed to the wall

5. Failed

dig a ditch then dig a deeper one

crawl the dirty air to the losing end

failure took a few shots to the face for the team

hope gets defeated

they snapped their spines

didn't you read the news? 

grinding life away

the perfect crime 

just crush my face

under the weight of your success

again and again

6. Saturday's Blood

saturday night get killed for good

saturday night is wolfsblood

forget it till you puke it up

because you couldn't nail the coffin shut

old man's bones are all broken up 

and braineater is sleeping on your mother's couch

saturday night is wolfsblood for everyone 

deathwish in the hearts of everyone

to think that in another time we were the chosen ones

f-u-n cast a spark again

f-u-n in the dark again

7. Last Time

cut out

burned up

got old

rot up

can't go back and do it again

don't we all wish we could?

sleep with a decision

caught up in some stupid shit

now you've got to watch it die

every time is the last time from now on

8. Cancer Money

being fucked in your death bed

or dying alone from the demons in your bones

you have to choose

while they sleep on their decision

to deny what it takes

to keep some alive

a machine breathes for the price of a priceless body

that will soon be under the ground

promises, promises, promises

are blood down the drain

open up cold open up

you lose

can you decide what is yours?