Cult Ritual - Cancer Money | Текст песни

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• Cult Ritual
• 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?