BTTR001 - Corrupt Moral Altar - Luciferian Deathcult

by Corrupt Moral Altar

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Corrupt Moral Altar Formed in the Liverpool area in 2012 as an excuse to get wrecked and play filthy sludge grind, with cider as the main glue that bonded the members and riffs together. Reese (vocals) describes the tracks from Luciferian Deathcult as being about modern life, alcohol-fuelled regret, desperation and denial against a backdrop of a flawed and hopeless society.

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released February 18, 2013

Recorded, mixed and mastered by CxMxA at Vagrant Recordings - 2012.

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Track Name: Play Stupid Games And Win Stupid Prizes
Black teeth. Security cameras.

Boarded up. broken down.

Like rows of gravestones.

I’m Bone dry. Needle drugs.

Do as I say. Not as I do.



I wake up straight away but I want to lie down

Each day is the fucking same in this town.

Ive played these stupid games and won the stupid prizes

Now to hell with it all and fuck the consequences.



Don’t you tell me. That this is ok

This is not right. It’s no way to live.

Don’t you tell me. That this is ok

This is not right. It’s no way to live.



Black teeth. Security cameras.

Boarded up. broken down.

Like rows of gravestones.

turned his head

And said to me:

Do as I say. Not as I do.



wake up straight away but I wanna to lie down

Each day is the fucking same when you’re alone in this town.

Ive played these stupid games and won the stupid prizes

Now to hell with it all and fuck the consequences.



Don’t you tell me. That this is ok

This is not right. It’s no way to live.

Don’t you tell me. That this is ok

This is not right. It’s no way to live.



Bread wine. try hard.
Track Name: Stray Dog
Marijuana killed jesus Christ.

How are you to know what you want? What you wanted.

How are you to know who you are? who are you now?



Were not friends, you don’t know.

You and your fucking cryptic

regret and denial bollocks.



How you to know who you are? Who are you now?

How are you to know what you want? What you wanted.

How to you to know who you are? Who are you now?

How are you to know what you want? What you wanted.



We’re not friends, you don’t know.

You and your fucking cryptic

regret and denial bollocks.

Regret. denial. bollocks.

Regret. denial. bollocks.



You go around from town to town

You fucking stray

Stray dog.
Track Name: Politics Is A Bargain Between Beggars
Lost in a perfect moment. maybe I will maybe I wont

Forced to work by the government. Maybe I will maybe I wont.



Morbid fears, unspeakable longings.

Cancer music, lucifarian deathcult.

Morbid fears, unspeakable longings.

Cancer music, lucifarian deathcult.



Lost in a perfect moment. maybe I will maybe I wont

Forced to work by the government. Maybe I will maybe I wont.



Morbid fears.



I got fucking wrecked last night

All over the shop.

I got wrecked

Late last night

I got wrecked

Late last night

I got wrecked

Late last night

I got wrecked

Late last night



Lost in a perfect moment. maybe I will maybe I wont

Forced to work by the government. Maybe I will maybe I wont.
Track Name: Power Whore
Living your life all wrong.



The last piece of the puzzle

Refuses To Fit.

Pushing, Distort Away.

No more Second Chances.



Incurable depression grits through teeth, anger unrelenting

Carving out whatever was left inside

Last hope power whore



The last Piece of The puzzle Refuses To Fit.

Pushing, Distort Away.

No more second chances.



Incurable depression grits through, anger unrelenting

Carving out whatever was left inside

Last hope power whore.

The depression grits through teeth, anger unrelenting

Carving out whatever fight was left inside

Last hope power whore



Living Your life All wrong.
Track Name: Flattening The Cultural Pyramid
Waking consciousness . Open mouths.

Searching emptiness. Drowning shapes.

One world government. Just more bad news.



Now there’s nothing left to defend, I cant look the other way.

Moving the pieces into place, Moving them far away.



Nothing remains, Within the public domain.

Nothing remains, Within the public domain.



Now there’s nothing to defend, I can’t look the other way.

Moving the pieces into place, moving them far away.



Nothing remains, Within the public domain.

Nothing remains, Within the public domain.



Youre a slave, don’t you know, listen to the world, find your way home.

Youre a slave, don’t you know, listen to the world, find your way home.

Youre a slave, don’t you know, listen to the world, find your way home.

Youre a slave, don’t you know, listen to the world, find your way home.



I can’t wait for you.

I refuse to be bent in two.



Moving the pieces into place, Moving them far away.



Abstracting hidden truths.

What else is left to lose.

Flatten the cultural pyramid.
Track Name: Profondo Rosso
I’ve been hiding for far too long

Switch me on and let me go

Watch me crash. Watch me die.



We are alive and breathing

Acknowledge the breath In your lungs.



Can we be the only ones left while you looked at the cross?

Like the hands that fitted the neck.



We are alive and breathing

Acknowledge the breath in your lungs.



Climb, out of machinery.

Climb, out of machinery.



Your blood Is deep red.

Your blood is deep red.

Your blood is deep red.

Your blood is deep red.

Your blood is deep red.

Your blood is deep red.
Track Name: You Don't Have To Go To Clown College
Tell me a lie, go on.

Well you wrote me a letter

well you shouldn’t , shouldn’t of written to me.

A sleight of hand, nothing more

Leaves a life filled with nothing.



Yeah You know Its wrong to give false hope, false hope.

I know im left with a life filled with nothing, nothing.



You know you make me sick, it feels like someone has died, the umbilical is torn.

You know you make me sick, it feels like someone has died, the umbilical is torn away.



Tell me a lie, go on.

Well you wrote me a letter

well you shouldn’t, shouldn’t of written to me.

A sleight of hand nothing more

Leaves a life filled with nothing.



Yeah You know I think its wrong to give false hope, false hope

I know im left with a life filled with nothing, nothing.



You know you make me sick, it feels like someone has died, the umbilical is torn.

You know you make me sick, it feels like someone has died, the umbilical torn away.

False hope. False hope.

False hope. False hope. Hueless. False hope.

You don’t have to give them false hope.

You don’t have to give them false hope.