1. |
At the Mouth of Madness
04:37
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Reaching out in growing doubt
Of the memories you’ve left behind
Leave them here to ease your mind
Face your fears with a smile
Ask them if they’d like to talk awhile
Friendly faces are much better
Don’t believe what others tell you
Follow not what they will sell you
Put your faith in us
WELCOME
Into the Mouth of Madness
BLINDNESS
Passing with the veil of sadness
TYRANTS
We deify who crucify us
VIOLENTS
We reconcile within ourselves
At the feast on the altar
Comes a beckoning from below
Telling us
Burn now the Earth
Cry for tomorrow
What was sacred here is wasted now and hope is gone
Burn now the Earth
All that I give to you are these words and this flame
All that I offer you is a shadow of death
And hope is gone
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2. |
Drowning Lessons
03:46
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I called your name but you stopped hearing me
When you closed shut all of your doors
This sweet infected love keeps killing me
I cannot shake the feeling that I’ve done this all before
And if I wait here I’ll be waiting for your ghost
And if I go to sleep I’m scared I’ll dream
Fighting fate, fatigue and apathy
Broken pieces smeared with glue
Hiding hate, love, fear and misery
I find impossible to do and so I pass it off to you
And if I breathe too deep I’ll surely die alone
And as you show me how it’s done I find another song
I hear the voices calling my name
They grip my soul, they grip my brain
This is the worst I’ve ever felt
I’m losing you and I’m losing myself
Who am I? Where am I from?
How did my heart become so numb?
I feel a blaze; I'm burning down
Gasping for air but learning to drown
This is the worst I have ever felt
I hear the voices calling my name
They grip my soul, they grip my brain
This is the worst I’ve ever felt
I’m losing you and I’m losing myself
Who am I? Where am I from?
How did my heart become so numb?
I feel ablaze; I'm burning down
Gasping for air but learning to drown
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3. |
Anatomy of a Car Crash
04:49
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White lines on white lines, flashing
White lines the dashboard, dashing
As you spiral down the road
Grip the wheel as you go
Turn to turn the radio to a more familiar station
This is the anatomy of a car crash
This is the road that leads you home
This is the anatomy of a car crash passing through your rear view mirror on the road that leads you home
Go slow, I don’t know if I’m to blame here
This ain’t the road that takes us home
You’ve been mixing pills and alcohol
Let Satan take the wheel
This is the anatomy of a car crash
This is the road that leads you home
This is the anatomy of a car crash passing through your rear view mirror on the road that leads you home
This is the anatomy of a car crash
This is the road that leads you home
This is the anatomy of a car crash passing through you, crimson pavement is the road that leads you home
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Creation is a myth
Destruction is what I'm buying
Your vacant word was never true
And now we fall apart
A world against all odds
Now suffers evolution
We're dying and the gods we pray to won't stay sober
You built this gun for what it's worth
Now suffer what comes from it's birth
And know it fires just for you
When you go
They'll follow you
Into that wretched Golden tomb
And their flowers will die
And they won't care
Set fire to the moon
Set fire to the stars
Set fire to the Earth
When you go
They'll follow you
Into that wretched Golden tomb
When you die
Who'll mourn for you?
Except those wretched Golden -
And their flowers will die
And they won't care
You built this gun for what it's worth
Now suffer what comes from it's birth
And know it fires just for you
You built this gun for what it's worth
Now suffer what comes from it's birth
And know it fires just for you
When you go
They'll follow you
Into that wretched Golden tomb
When you die
Who'll mourn for you?
Except those wretched Golden -
And their flowers will die
And they won't care
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5. |
Sixth Day Hallelujah
03:07
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What a waste
My time and patience here
They nearly took the flame from me
But I’m still feeling
Like there’s a secret chord
That I might please the lord
And paint this world a different shade
Of unappealing
How do I say
My faith is not in you
But in another far away
From where I’m steering
Sometimes I lie awake
Lost in a hopeless state
And hoping hope will find a way
Of reappearing
I’d let you scratch away my scales to show you what I hide
I’d scrape my back against your gates to lie there dead inside
Give me a moment to alleviate this throbbing ache
To speak the words I need to speak before it’s all too late
Perhaps the time is gone, perhaps the time is now
Perhaps our time is gone, perhaps all time is over now
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6. |
Nail In the Coffin
03:39
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I press this glass into my eyes so I can better see my scars
Each one you’ve cut into this sacred flesh across my heart
I can feel this failure
I can hear my voice no more
I have lived too long and I confess to you
I crashed my car into the lake
I drank my insides completely rotten
Burned myself up at the stake
You were the nail in my coffin
I fought the rain
I couldn’t breathe
I swallowed chemicals with wolves that had no names
There is no penance here
No last charade
Set straight the lines and lies you’ve fed and feed me
I can feel this failure
I have lived too long and I confess to you
I crashed my car into the lake
I drank my insides completely rotten
Burned myself up at the stake
You were the nail in my coffin
I crashed my car into the lake
I drank, I drank, I drank
I slit my wrists so I could think
You were the nail in my coffin
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The Cult Sounds St. Louis, Missouri
A place to hide in the darkest times.
Spread the word. Join the cult.
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Vocals - Bennett Huntley
Lead Guitars - Ryan McBride
Rhythm Guitars/Keys and Programming - Jordan Hageman
Bass - Josef Kanak
Drums - Ty Schejbal
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