Cult Ritual S/T LP

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.

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.

Ugly Years
Screaming only gets you so far, carrying stupid scars. We'll just keep our dirt to ourselves, while sister's 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 got spit out.

Nailed
Hide all your nightmares under your 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.

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.

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. Death wish 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.

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.

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 - open up - open up. You lose. Can you decide what is yours?