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Culted - Nous lyrics



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01. Lowest Class

This life in ruin this soul covered in dirt. Stench of decay on my breath. One last drink to ease the pain. One last smoke to burn the lung. We stagger toward the end. My mind is open, cradling the rain I breathe my poison. One last breath. Lungs black as pitch of night. We fall endlessly into the vacuum. Scum inherit the earth. Always in orbit, always in range. We are the lowest class, titans of the endless void. Stain the bricks red.Blood seeps into every crack and tear. We are the lowest class.You will never see us sober.

02. Lifers

By penalty or choice, in this for the long haul. Trapped behind the curtain or cast into the crowd. As we walk the walk, resistance is futile. No need for spikes or leather, boasting two middle fingers. In a dog world we rather bite than back. Sharpen your knives to this bleedout. Leaving nothing untold.

03. One Last Smoke

Skin burns, eyes fade. Sun boils the flesh to pulp. Cut deep for blood flowing, like dead rain over wasteland.Polluting the soil, covering the land. Buildings rise to end the skyline. Rusted are the wheels of the machine. We fall into it, tumbling in waves of discontent. Giving ourselves to the world hereafter. Cloning the original sin. To live one more day, take one more breath. Lets cut down the trees to see the forest. One mere deficit to ruin the burning future. See the tribe burning the wings. Watch the cult clean the corpse. We fall into it, burning the fields. Cleansing the womb. Killing the unborn.

04. Ankle Deep

This sorrow only ankle deep. The latter will cut you down to size. We are held together by string. By numbers and calculations of the soul. The scum is showing their teeth. At the foot of the mountain we never shiver. Only to climb the narrow path. To force the god hand, to shed the feathers. On your knees you don't look that tall. Eyes shall open, and empires fall. I have the courage to carve my splinters out. I take no judgement from the likes of you. No shame and no penance. When we embrace the fire, we are born again. The light beyond light. Any ground will do to bury. I call out the son deceiver. No Abraham will ever hold my power. My breath is cold on the top. My voice be dry and thin. I sell no redemption in worlds torn. No grace.

05. Black Bird

Burn the temple, a new dawn will fade. The pillars of Saturn will falter. Crumble beneath the flame. Walking through fire, Phoenix reborn. Through the ashes of world, we usurp the throne. Raising the mirror sun, bringer of light. Black bird bring the shadows. Let murder descend, we shall never worship. Black cough, black earth. We sour the air to cleanse the earth. Poison the blood to clear the mind. Harsh addiction to bury the pain. Subdue the thought to endure the lash. Endure the lash to conquer the throne. This goat's womb full of maggots. We pick it clean to feed the young. New black feathers to cover the crown.

06. Opiate The Hounds

The purest drug to be perfected. Inhale the smoke, swallow the venom. Weaken the mind, beat on the body. Crooked we stand in straight lines. Waving the flag saluting the soldiers. Spoon fed euphoria, mass hypnosis. Discipline the cult to control the masses. No bark as the face gets numb. Claws pulled straight from the fingers. Teeth filed down to a pulp. Feed with lies burning as hard as the drink. Do
not spit, regurgitate their words. Over and over and over. We live by each other's misery. Barricade this world with hate. The bitterness of human progress. Turned to canon fire for the new world. This cell has no bars, each breath is poison. Each disease manufactured for profit. Machine by halo, prophet and god. Authority in skin of sheep, and fang of wolf. As the streets flood with death still living, stumbling, dragging, and question nothing as the fumes are inhaled.

07. Maze

Bells of paradise ring no more. Silence the trumpets and still the voices. No authority to cast a shadow. Monochrist burns red and Abraham is silenced. Under this house runs a river. Half of it water, half of it blood. Deeds of flesh to summon the fire. Deeds of lust to fuel the hatred. I won't go gentle into the night. Don't you think we are watching our backs? Souring the heaven to blacken the earth. Forcing the Godhand, walking the maze. Questioning the architecture. Silencing the voice of ancients. Swedish birds croak in violent wind. Cloaked in black upon the stone. Worms are circling. One last drink to end all pain. One last meal to feed the legions. Walking the dead land. From ash reborn.

08. Crown Of Lies

The Crown is false, we offer up the lie. We rest our finger on the trigger. Falling into death, we are never sober. The Crown is false, we offer up the lie. We rest our finger on the trigger. Falling into death, we are never sober. The Crown is false, we offer up the lie. We rest our finger on the trigger. Falling into death. Dragging us to our knees. I bow down to no one. Shovelling dirt, bleeding this morning. With spite and havoc. The Crown is false, we offer up the lie. We rest our finger on the trigger. Falling into death, never to be sober.

09. The Grid

Arrhythmia of the senses, to make us blind. Frequencies to govern the feeble mind. Lock us down and conform the masses. Mutating the cell, earth to ashes. Sickness resonates through air and sky. Irradiate the water from rain up high. We are the electric pulse. Beasts to rule it all. Wolves in the current. Bereave the flesh of modern decay. Catabolic muscle, skin and bone. The code of manufactured gods will falter. Legions follow not the path transmitted. Autonomic systems, a new god to defy. Bring down the pillars, deny, deny, deny. Virtual life to end it all, digital breath to crush the soul. Occupation of the mind forces the hand. Clenching the fist, clawing the eyes. Lifting the veil to kill the architect. We are void in the savior grid. Null in the code of the ancient and the present. Burn the sigil to end all light. Dark the web we weave, while trading death for black coffins. Poisoning the
blood, hiding the horns.

10. Crush My Soul

Music & lyrics by Justin Broadrick & G.C. Green
Swallow me whole
Make me learn
Don't need me
Crush my soul, make me feel

How can I
See hope
When I never
See my light, I'm empty inside