Cancer Money
by Cult Ritual· from S/T 1st LP
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?