Superjoint Ritual Album

[No lyrics]

There is no bright relation, refry this shitty life
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
The promise of piss is here, and I've dug the filthy dredge
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?
There is no grace in waiting, there's only bastard baiting
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Raped by your father, where you hurt there?
Were you horny? Were you horrified?

They were the first to revv up, they were the last to ride
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Taken by a blood relation-take that, love that
Given inches, given fortitude-take that, love that
Crying eyes, a man of forty-take that, love that
Taken back there, day to day
I feel, extreme, amped up

Kill the guilty

Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock
There is no sanctuary, you want to do this...right now
Your blank look tells me, you're not to thrilled at all
To stand here face-to-face with me
You want to stab at me, right now, not tomorrow
'Cause there's a fine line between me and them
Call it a rift

I can't just look you in the eye without just crying/laughing
I speak with death-threat tone...you and yours want to make a name
Pack it up and move on right now, no tomorrow
'Cause there's a fine line between me and them
Call it a...

I will decide

There's pressure, revolving, absorbing, unloading, depreciated
Step on the foot of Excelcier, a net in the womb of the aftermath
The problem ahead is that "fine line" that keeps us apart
A fence there in the middle/keeps us apart again

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile
Never blink, never smile
Sees itself in nothing much
A skeletal emotion push

Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons are controlling

[repeat 1st verse]

Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons are controlling

The dropping ladder of crucifixion
Of crooked eyes, one green, one blue
A Mongoloid gaze

Unrising, slumped over
The dank seasons, are controlling

A "never had", a "never will"
In the syringe being pushed through
The leverage that pulls it over
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boat
The pressure brings it up, then down

Pick up and shake in the wind
Shed your resource and keep it down, trashed
Don't make it right, don't move it in
Put it in the mouth, and swollowed whole
Smashed
(It makes all the sense to me, and could it make all the sense to you? Let
it ride)

Because there ain't no winning in this one right
I try to facilitate, whine in restoration
Blewn

Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untravelled ground

Fry and hallucinate, pry and investigate

Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto untravelled ground

Pitfalls of grief, on all that displayed for the groundout
Prophetically speaking the wilted unformulated

Where were you? When was it me?
A hollow paw, a quiet stare
Drain is slowly, the flow of birth
Eat the after(birth) and satiate the claw-rise

The dumb ones rise to salute the queer
Another dreary (outlook), people fearing
Dick the system, screw the city
Forget you were, forget you were
Die when you can do no more damage

God, my eyes were wide...an open casket smile
You were never liked at all, and I'm fucking glad you're gone
You would rip off, a pervert jackoff, big talk-no show
Broken back bone

[chorus]
You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and...
I wish I would have done, what nature finished first
I'd done it with my hand, then left and shot myself

[chorus]
You never looked better, dead and gone
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and no more bother
I never lose sleep, I don't regret a thing
Believe me when I say, I'm fucking glad it's over

The praising of a higher hate
Don't doubt a fucking word

The darkest month, the darkest month is here
LyricsWhen you can't move so freely
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I can't watch, I can't bear it
I just want to hang myself
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out

I committed a felony, I never had much trouble before
First time offender

But I got put through the ringer
And my bank account shrunk a lot
They set an example, however
There's not a chance, no way through me

You've never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you
One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head
Catch me if you can...

Never touch me, never come near me
You're a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent
You're found out...if you were me, you'd be in luck
But you're not, so you suck

Show me a dollar, I'll show you no heart
Show me a heart, and I'll show you my eyes

Wrong inside

Given the inch, crippled a mile, the pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug
I can't see what the big fucking deal is?!
No repentance, no respect, blown up eyes, blown up skies!
I cann't see what the big fucking deal is?!
And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck...

Back to the world, the tourniquet knot is slipping apart
Bones left to pick, they radiate and splinter away

Messages...

The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and car
They'll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves
A hostage of cocaine, bump off buck knives
With skinny and rancid whores, or a child at the porn store
It's coming...wait for them to kill the innocent man
The kid next door, it's the finalization, we're the battered herd
It's coming...wait for them to kill the most in us

The riveting shock, for half a block
My synapsis is full of years and years and years and years

A hermaphrodite hanging in the window of cause
A borrowed theme song, a twisted tide

Throw me to the dogs today
I could care less now

Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue
In a circular motion
Tie it off, cause it will bleed

There is no sound in here
A dim bulb swinging slowly

As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested
As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell
The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell
All our lives will get tried

Sugar cut eighty-eight percent, doggy style pin prick
Seventies bush, eighties bald

There is no sound in here
A dim bulb swinging slowly

There went my precious self
Last chance to see where prayer will lead you...

As I'm looking down, it's my life that gets tested
As I said before, it's me hanging inside the whipping cell
The brightness surrounds us in spite of Hell
All our lives will get tried

Test it, study it
Think about it when you're lying in a ditch

Through the beyond, the brain that creeps compulsion
Unrash decision, a battle pitched with lyric
Bastard world is swallowing and harvesting
A dense generation that's doomed to repeat over and over

[chorus]
Dischord, fear, psychosis, then the grave

Antifaith, a legion in the cerebellum
Kill the senses, dream of guilt, a blatant fraud
Abominations will maximize both death and danger

[chorus]
Dischord, fear, psychosis, then genocide

At one time, try it again and again
A grizzled down execution, your flesh at one with the dirt
No death king, no veil of martyrs, just red, raw, and gone

She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter
She never looks behind her, for there sleeps ashen past

[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...

Her mouth hangs wrong, cateract coloured eyes
She smells like gone from the give-up

[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...

Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you

Lisp like a little kid, through split tongue seizures
sucking air sounds prevelent, it's a rebirth...

[chorus]
But it feels good, just like the way it should
The cord burns on and on and on and on...

Ozena
Sex was meant to kill you

Incite the weak, prove tough, prove blunt
Bear gifts, that seize rewards - devout praise
Eradicate the will, deny resistance further
An undenying rhythm that's bad for it
I'll pass the bread I've poisoned with the hook worm

Drug your love

Restrain your hands, graft them to themselves
Piss high, down speed, the wisdom of the letch
Identified by the scars about the cock, balls, and ass
Make them kiss the bottom rung
Make them sorry for you and the fasting

Drug your love

So this is what it's grown into
It flowers, then it wraps around you
Eyes of Adam, teeth of Eve
It's natural in this progression
Spread your legs for your addiction
Spread your legs for your addiction...

...and be mystified

Mystified [x4]

[No lyrics]

Celebrate your yellow eyes, no intention, self prevention
A horror tide, death for dead, borrowed time, a hallowed life
You're fucking dead...you're fucking dead

Hungry for the mother love, you instigate a situation
Half a head, half a body, baby rapist, dickless wonder
You're bought and sold, you're bought and sold

Crap full, not sure, my fears
The rain comes, like blood
Invented, for your ameteur soul...

Kiss it goodbye

Countless hours, turning into, countless days
A doubtful outlook...

Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason at all
Falling into Manson's thrall...

Charlie's stare will draw you in
A god reborn? A total clown?
Now the truth...a five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone, and never was, never will, never has been

Thoughts prevoke, a disgusting sight
If this is real? Or a chemical life?

Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason at all
Falling into Manson's thrall...

Charlie's stare will draw you in
A god reborn? A total clown?
Now the truth...a five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone, and never was, never will, never has been

[Bonus Demo]

There is no pill, peice, puzzle, solution
Pulse, reaction, inhilation, exhale, gag
Fall out, retarding, pussyhole theory
You fucking dumb fuck

Get killed

[Bonus Demo]