Obediently Into Nowhere

by Ritual Addict

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    Our first full length album! It's limited to 500 copies (300 on black vinyl, 200 on blue). It was recorded and mixed in 2012 by Greedy Greg Williamson at the Killroom in Seattle. Mastered early in 2013 by Dave Edwardson of Neurosis. "Skulltank" art by Demian Johnston - other art by Zaac.

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released June 10, 2013

Graham - drums
Kirby - guitar
Zaac - bass/vocals

Recorded by Greedy Greg Williamson at the Killroom in 2012
Mastered by Dave Ed

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Track Name: Obediently Into Nowhere
Modern society, spinning and confused
In capitalism's chokehold, lied to and abused
Popular media reinforces that politicians hold our fate
Expected to pick through whatever bullshit they serve us on a plate
Most people aren't aware of it
Live a whole life just to sleep through it

Spoon-fed hapless drones stumble obediently into nowhere
Convinced of their ineffectiveness, convinced the rich will play fair
Just swimming around in shit
Can't seem to get enough of it
Fuck

What's your life for? Why are you even here?
To line someone else's pockets while you hide in doubt and fear?
Why aren't you sick of it?
Why aren't you sick of it?

Home from work, sinking into escapes
Just to do it all again, every worthless fucking day

We're being controlled in every facet of our lives
Subtly, subliminally, letting someone else decide
Why aren't you sick of it?
Why aren't you sick of it?
Track Name: We're Lost
Institutions of the privileged
On far away high hills
Disconnected from the suffering
Their inhumanity distills

All that old white money
Its whole bloody history
Drives the world with its ruthlessness
Feeds on the refinement of misery
Misery

We’re lost
We’re lost
We’re lost
Lost to the factories of death that they build with our hands

In this culture of slavery
The masses surge unaware
Our life’s blood building mansions for the rich
Blind consent to a world of depravity

We’re lost
We’re lost
Lost to the factories of death that they build with our hands
Track Name: Endless Massacre
Hidden by tradition in the hooks of familiarity
Hidden by a flavor like a drug taken unquestioningly
Hidden as a skeleton in the closet of the fashion industry
Hidden from your heart by mainstream popularity

Endless massacre
Endless suffering

Created by the demands of an uninformed populace
Supplied by the machines of remorseless capitalists
Masquerading as the FDA, the USDA and government
The science of money -- its bloodlust -- its permanence

Your choice
Your life
Your sense of wrong and right
Have you ever heard the screaming?
Have you ever watched them die?

Endless massacre
Needless suffering

It goes on and on and on and on and on
Slaughterhouses in the shadows so we can act like nothing's wrong
Mixing misery with poison to feed the sleeping masses
Body and soul - sinking into the blackness
Track Name: Just a Job
Just a job, a means to an end
Empty hours of repetition
The bodies come, the bodies go
Pretend it's not so bad, pretend you don't know
What you know

Given supplies - Given demands
Lie to yourself about the blood on your hands

It's always been this way
It's always been this way and it's not going to change
It's easier just to play the game
You're born - you suffer - you die
Convince yourself that you have no choice
No choice in life

Given supplies - Given demands
Lie to yourself about the blood on your hands
Your hands

Given supplies - Given demands
Lie to yourself about the blood on your hands
Your hands

I don't subscribe to how it's always been
All the needless suffering
All the bloody traditions
The accepted face of depravity
Arrogance unto cruelty
Ignorance as inhumanity
I'll never live that way
I'll never live that way
I'll never fucking live that way
Track Name: What You Want
All this arrogance, this self entitlement
Averted eyes, uncaring, to get what you want
You'd rather die than be weaned
From the marketing machines
That dictate your life

Bloody culture of no accountability
You pay for murder - pretend your hands are clean
Everybody's doing it -- nobody gives a shit
It's the American Dream

And so you pray
To your god
As though you expect forgiveness
For turning this world into hell
A living hell

Bloody culture of no accountability
You pay for murder - pretend your hands are clean
Everybody's doing it -- nobody gives a shit
It's the American Dream
Track Name: Deceit
In the mirror there was only deceit

I'd fallen into you and your disease of the soul
You wrapped my thoughts in despair, hiding me from what i know
Your subtleties took hold - began my final fall
Once it was hard to let you go, but not this time, not at all

I put my life at stake when i took my eyes off of you

You started to eat my soul ever so slowly
Threatening the truths i hold every time i wasn't me
You degraded my soul and my sanity
I was so weak to you then
Spinning in self deceit

Slow death - insecurities - paranoia
World turned black - faked enjoyment
All thoughts tied into finding numbness
Paralyzed worthless - edge of lifeless
A hidden malevolence in living for nothing
Constant boredom - years of vanishing
The novelty's long gone - heart soured in defeat
But the doors have no locks in the prison of self deceit
Deceit
Track Name: SPD Scum
John Williams was murdered
Given no chance to surrender
Ian Birk, you’re an inhuman piece of shit
Hiding behind Satterberg – a total failure of justice
Insecure bullying with a badge and a gun
Another thrill kill
For the SPD scum – SPD scum

Shandy Cobane, racist prick
You can cuff em, Haynes will hold em
And you can both get your kicks

Now you’ve earned administrative leave
A paid vacation before you’re back out on the street

Mary Lynn Wullum – she had something to prove
Raymond Nix nearly died from her excessive abuse
She got a little break – now she’s a training officer
The whole pathetic department has learned a lot from her
SPD scum – SPD scum – SPD scum
Track Name: Moral Dead Spot
Shades of heartless
Acts of the careless
A moral dead spot – culturally reassured
Proven needless
Glut of excess
Shifting responsibility

We’re so far beyond simple survival
Our eyes on evolution
We know enough to stop dealing in blood
But from all sides - desensitized

Piss on everything
Ignore the suffering
Ignore the nightmare that’s closing in
Nearsighted
Why fight it?
You’ll die anyway and the world goes on
Unenlightened
Numb or frightened
The future is drowning in blood
The future is drowning in blood

We’re so far beyond simple survival
Our eyes on evolution
We know enough to stop dealing in blood
But we're all so desensitized

It’s not stopping
It’s not stopping
And we’re running out of time
Track Name: Sick and Obsessed
Sick and obsessed - get over yourself
You're not the center of the world, putting people through hell
However she feels about you, it's no excuse
For any amount of violence
Let it go

Spiraling down for something you can't change
Get it out of your head, turn your back, walk away
Before this irrational fight
Ruins a life

Get outside - time to quit
Disengage - it's not fucking worth it
Hear this truth
It's no use - you can't change someone's heart
With threats and abuse

Spiraling down for something you can't change
Get it out of your head, turn your back, walk away
Before this irrational fight
Ruins a life
Track Name: Die in Your Sleep
Financial leaders and their politicians
You keep believing them, You keep feeding them
Decades to learn, they’re fucking fleecing us
Economic disaster and we fund another war?

Asleep with Hope

Big bail-outs for the big destroyers
CEOs cashing out behind a firewall of lawyers
Suckered again, America’s lobotomized
Calling 911 over a burger and fries

Asleep with trust

Blissfully ignorant
In relative silence

Still giving all that hard earned money to them
Unaware of how their influence extends
Still living for their titles, their decrees
Climbing ladders to nowhere on your knees

All this nationalism, arrogant patriotism
Sponsored blinders and blind derision
Shitty schools and bigger prisons
War to war – faith without question
You’re gonna die in your sleep
Track Name: Bullshit Hero
Bullshit hero ( X3)
Bullshit – they don’t care about you

They’ll lure you in with school tuition
Program you with their ambition
Save you from a shit job
Save you from yourself
You’ll finally get to be a man
Your community will all join hands
Pray for your safe return
From where they’d never go themselves

Blood money – big lies
They’re not proud of you – no hero in their eyes
It’s for the money – It’s all lies
You’ll be left for dead if you make it out alive

Strategic global positioning
Mass-murder always threatening
Industries are hungry for resources abroad
They control the media and the politicians
They make this country’s worst decisions
If you want a real fight for freedom
It’s right here at home

Blood money – big lies
They’re not proud of you – no hero in their eyes
It’s for the money – It’s all lies
You’ll be left for dead if you make it out alive

The glory of war, the starry eyes of youth
This is not the golden age of World War II
This is the rich getting richer, this is genocide
Pay for their luxuries, pay with your life