Ritual

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about

RITUAL is the brainchild of former Dead and Divine vocalist, Matt Ryan Tobin. After the untimely demise of Dead and Divine's decade long career, Tobin found himself far from finished. With little to no time spent mourning, he threw himself head first into a new musical endeavour with the aid of four musicians who found themselves feeling all too similar. The band will release their self-titled debut album via Bullet Tooth (Worldwide), Distort Inc / Fontana North (Canada) and Halfcut / Shock (Australia / New Zealand) on October 30, 2015.

RITUAL is a band without guidelines or limitations, chalked full of raw and untainted passion; this was the band Tobin always set out to create. “We were born from waste. We are the product of broken bands, miles traveled and mistakes made. We are RITUAL”. The band has been busy playing live with Protest The Hero and Silverstein and just played Riot Fest in Toronto on September 19 with Weezer, Motorhead, Thrice, All Time Low and more. Alternative Press featured the band here.

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released October 30, 2015

Recorded and Produced by Schuyler Semeniuk and Matthew Ryan Tobin at Arrow Head Studios
Drums performed by Dillon Forret and Recorded by Derek Hoffman
Mixed by Derek Hoffman
Mastered by Alan Douches
A&R by Josh Grabelle

All music composed by Matthew Ryan Tobin and Aaron LeTual
All lyrics composed by Matthew Ryan Tobin
All music performed by RITUAL
Art direction, design and layout by Matthew Ryan Tobin

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Track Name: Pisces
DRINK YOU. WHITE-HOT LIQOUR.
DRINK YOU. EVEN THOUGH IT MAKES ME SICKER.

GIMME SOME MORE, ALL OF MY NERVES ARE ELECTRIC
I WANNA BE NUMB (LIKE YOU), I WANNA FEEL NONE (LIKE YOU)
WHILE PRYING SPIDERS FROM MY GUMS

I WONT DO YOU ANY GOOD
BUT YOU'D BE SO GOOD FOR ME
I WONT DO YOU ANY GOOD
EMASCULATE ME.

GIVE ME SOME MORE, CAUSE IM ALREADY HALF-WAY INSENSATE.

I WANT TO FIX YOUR MOUTH
I WANT TO MAKE YOU PROUD
JUST FUCKING FEEL SOMETHING
WHY DONT YOU FEEL SOMETHING?
PLEASE FEEL SOMETHING.

WHAT IN THE HELL DID I JUST DO?
A YOUNG MAN LIKE ME SHANT BE SINGING THE BLUES
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY YOU'D DO?
MY SWEET, SWEET THING - IT HURTS TO LOVE YOU.

GIVE ME SOME MORE, FAMISH THE WORM
SELF-DEPRICATION'S A LONG DESERT ROAD.
YOU CAN WALK IT ALONE.
MY SWEET, SWEET THING…
MY SICK, SICK THING..
LOVE, BE A VULTURE TONIGHT.
Track Name: Gag Order
ITS BACK UP IN MY THROAT
ITS CREPT BACK UP IN MY THROAT

GOT ME A LOVER, GOT ME THE DEVIL'S BREATH, GOT ME A CURSE
GOT ME NO JESUS, GOT ME A SECOND HEAD, GOT ME THE WORST
I''M FIXED TO BUY LOVE AT AN IRRATIONAL PRICE
GOT ME A CATARACT EYE FOR AN EYE
GOT ME SOME DEEP SHIT, GOT ME A BRIGHT BRAND NEW SUNNY DISPOSITION.

SLACK JAWED. LOOSE TEETH. BLACK LUNGS. THE PERFECT VERSION OF ME.

NOW IM INANIMATE, IM MY OWN BLACK HOLE
IM RUSTED TO SHIT, GIRL I GOT NO SOUL
...TO BE SEARCHING FOR

I'VE SEEN THE DIFFERENCE BEHIND THOSE FLAGRANT EYES
I'VE COUGHED UP WHAT WAS GIVEN TO ME
NOW IM FINE, YEAH IM FINE, WHICH IS FINE CAUSE NOW YOUR MINE.

HAD ME SOME BAD DREAMS, HEART-ASSIST MACHINES, HAD ME EVERYTHING.
A BAND OF FIENDS, MAKESHIFT SURGERIES, FORMATTED TO FIT TV SCREENS.

YEAH.

SUCK IT UP, LOAD IT UP, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND COUGH IT UP
S-S-SUCK IT UP, LOAD IT UP, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND FAKE IT OH!
FAKE IT GOOD. FAKE IT REAL GOOD. X 2

NOW YOUR MINE.
Track Name: Americhrist
HELL IS VACANT AND ALL YOUR DEVILS ARE HERE TO FEED ON
THE LIMBS AND HEARTS OF VAPID MEN; AFFECTED AND COLORLESS
IT MAKES ME NERVOUS.

BUT THE DEVILS YOU BLAME ARE EACH ONE OF US
AND WE BURN WHOLE-HEARTEDLY.

I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHEN YOUR MOUTH'S FULL OF DIRT.
RAPE ALL YOUR VALUES, BURN 'EM AT THE STAKE.
RINSE OUT YOUR MOUTH, CLEAR YOUR THROAT AND PRAY.

FUCK IT. FUCK THIS. FUCK HIM. FUCK HER. FUCK ME AND FUCK YOU TOO.

RED, WHITE AND BLUE. AMERICA - THIS IS YOU.
BLEED ON. YOU CRACK AND YOU HISS. YOU MOAN LIKE THE STAR
OF A SERAPHIC SKIN FLICK. IF IT MAKES YOU CURIOUS THEN IT TURNS YOU ON.
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

GOD LOVES THE U.S.A.
Track Name: Rat Queen
I'VE BEEN PACING THE SEAMS OF MY BRAIN LIKE ENDLESS CORRIDORS.
THEY DARKEN AND THEY SHARPEN AND THEY NARROW AT EVERY TURN.
IVE BEEN DAMNED FROM THE START AND THATS ALRIGHT.
SO ILL CHEW MY TONGUE AND GRIT MY TEETH TO DUST
WHILE I SWAT AWAY THE FLIES

BE MINE. BE MY ANODYNE.

I FOUND THESE PILLS, THEY MET MY HEAD AND
WE MADE LOVE OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

BUT IT DONT FILL THIS HOLE…ANYMORE…

BABY I AM YOUR MAN WHEN I AM DRUNK.
WHEN IM DRUNK YEAH, IM YOUR MAN.
ITS REAL LOVE, I CAN FEEL IT.
YOU'VE BEEN DAMNED FROM THE START AND THATS ALRIGHT.
BE MY SAVIOUR, ILL BE YOUR DEVICE.

YOUR NAME RINGS LIKE A SINGLE SICK CHORD
SIMPLY STRUCK OVER AND OVER AGAIN
RATS ALWAYS DESERT THE SINKING SHIP FIRST.

BUT IT DONT FILL THIS HOLE…ANYMORE…
YOU CAN FAKE IT WELL ENOUGH
TO BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

IT WILL DO JUST FINE.
Track Name: Grim Part II
FUCK.
NOW LOOK AT WHAT I'VE DONE.
EVERY TIME I THINK THAT I'VE ESCAPED HELL,
I SOMEHOW FIND MYSELF BACK AGAIN AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE LEPERS.
MY LIFE WAS POORLY PENNED BY A CROOKED QUIL IN A WRETCHES HAND.

SICKLY I SPEAK...
IS IT HARD? WALKING 'ROUND WITH THAT HOLE IN YOUR HEAD?

I FOUND WHAT I LOVED - BECAME A CAPTIVE OF.
I FOUND A ROTTED LOVE, I COULDN'T SAVE ME FROM.

I SAUGHT STRENGTH IN ADVOCATES FOR THE CAVALIER BRIGADE
BUT TIME DULLS ALL BLADES; SADLY.
AND I CANT COMPLAIN.

KEEP ANOINTING THE WOUND WHILST I FUCKING CANONIZE THE ONES
WHO CARVED IT IN.
THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU FAKE IT AS REAL AS YOU MAKE IT SEEM.
THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU BAT YOUR EYES AND SHOW YOUR TEETH TO ME.

I DIVIDE WHEN YOU PART YOUR LIPS.
I FOUND WHAT I LOVED AND BECAME A MARTYR OF
I HAD A ROTTEN LOVE, NO ONE COULD SAVE ME FROM

I FOUND WHAT I LOVED AND LET IT KILL ME.
Track Name: Hot Pink
I'M A FREAK, AND I WEAR IT WELL.
A HOT PINK ANIMAL PELT DRAPES LIFELESS ON MY SHOULDERS.
IT TELLS ME THINGS I DONT WANT TO TO HEAR.
ALL BAD, BAD THINGS ABOUT MY HEAD, MY HEART, MY NEEDS.
IT LAUGHS AT ME.

I AM MY UNDOING, I WRITE SONGS IN THE KEY OF " I ".
PITY'S BASTARD CHILD. IF ONLY I COULD FEEL NOTHING.
I'D FEEL FINE.

"…BUT THANK GOD." THANK GOD FOR WHAT?

I'M WHO GOT ME HERE. I'M WHO FUCKS ME UP.
I WORKED HARD FOR EVERY CROOKED TURN I GOT.

IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE? SPILLING OUT ALL YOUR INSIDES.
IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE? HEY, IS THIS A BAD TIME?

I'M SWINGING YEAH I'M SWINGING
BY THE ROPES I HAVE STRUNG UP MY LABIDO WITH.

THINGS SEEM LIKE THEY'RE FATE AND THEY'RE NOT.
I CANT KEEP YOU ANYMORE. I CANT AFFORD YOU ANYMORE.
Track Name: Model Wife
FAILURES BEEN AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE.
SHE COMES TO VISIT FROM TIME TO TIME.
PEELS BACK ITS LIPS AND TAKES A PIECE OF ME HOME...

I'VE BEEN YOUNG AND IN LOVE.
SWEET LOVE, BAD LOVE, COULDN'T GET ENOUGH.
ANY TONGUE IS A GOOD TONGUE…WHEN YOU'RE SWALLOWING ONE.

PEELS BACK ITS LIPS. LIES TO ME.

I'M INCAPABLE OF ACCEPTING I HAVE BEEN YOUR ONLY ONE
I BELIEVE IN THIS BUT I'VE BEEN WRONG
I CAN DENY BUT ONE THING...
WHEN YOU FOAM AT THE MOUTH, ITS TEMPTING.

YOU ARE TOO UNHYGIENIC TO HOLD.
(I CANT CLEAN YOUR SOUL.)
YOU NEED SO MUCH MORE
THAN A FINGER DOWN YOUR THROAT
(I CANT CLEAN YOUR SOUL)
YOU ARE TOO UNHYGIENIC TO HOLD.

WITH ALL THE DIRTY RAGS THAT ENCASE THAT SOUL
I'LL WORK MY NERVES TO THE BONE
NAIVE MACHINE.

ALL I CAN SMELL IS SWEAT AND TASTE HIM ON YOUR BREATH.
IS THIS WHERE THE FUCK WE'VE BEEN HEADING?
Track Name: White Blooded
THIS HOUSE IS BUILT ON POLLUTED ROOTS.
WITH INFECTED LOVE, AN IMPAIRED PROGENITOR.
PURE BLOOD. WHITE BLOOD.
"WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER"
YOU CAN SEE PRETTY WELL WITH THAT ONE GOOD EYE WHAT YOUR KILLING.

WILL THE DUST SETTLE ON THESE BEDS OR ON YOU?
WILL ALL OF THE CHILDREN GROW UP TO SEE THOUGH
WHAT THEY'VE BEEN BORN INTO?

WHOM THE BASTARD SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF
ARE BUT MALIGNANT GROWTH. TAKE A BOW.
"THE DISEASE IS KIN TO US, NOW."

"HIDE AWAY FROM THE SUN, DONT YOU DARE FALL INLOVE.
WE CAN LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE."

ITS ALRIGHT. WHITE BLOOD.

MOMMA DONT LET HER BABY BOYS GROW UP TO BE GENTLE MEN.
SHE DONT LET HER LITTLE GIRLS GROW INTO PRINCESSES.
WITH FACES ONLY A MOTHER COULD LOVE,
CARVE YOUR DISILLUSIONED WORDS INTO THOSE WALLS.
Track Name: Love Song
I JUST NEED YOUR LOVE AND SOME FIENDS JUST NEED A FIX.
SOME FANATICS NEED DELUSIONS, SOME NEED A CRUCIFIX.
BUT I JUST NEED YOUR LOVE, INSIPID, BULLSHIT LOVE.
I JUST WANT YOUR LOVE.
IF IT MEANS SHOOTING YOU UP. MAKING YOU UP. NAILING YOU UP.
Track Name: Ripe
HEY YOU, I'M THIRSTY.
I'LL CONSUME YOU IF YOU LET ME.
I'LL DEVOUR EVEN THE SPOILED BITS OF YOU.

"HEY YOU, YOU'RE SO COOL -
BRIGHT THING, I WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
BUT I'LL JUST DRAIN YOUR YOUTH...
I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL ONLY BURY YOU."

CAUSE I'M CRAZY, YOU'RE WILD.
THE COTTON STUFFED IN MY MOUTH IS BLACK BY NOW.
YOU'RE FIENDISH, I'M RILED.
HOWS THIS IMPECCABLE HEART CRACKED BY NOW?

HEY YOU, PYRITE QUEEN -
IF I TOUCH YOU, WILL YOU SPLIT YOUR TEETH?
UNDER THOSE NAILS DO YOU STILL FIND BITS OF ME?

HEY YOU, DID YOU GET YOUR FIX?
I SUFFER THE HUNGER FOR YOUR LIPS.
I'M NOT AS RIPE AS YOU NEEDED ME TO BE.
WHATEVER KEEPS YOU SALIVATING.

I DONT MIND TALKING BACKWARDS.
YOU'RE KIND BUT I'M AN UGLY NIGHT.
I'M ONLY GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE.
I WANNA SHED THIS TAIL AND OUST THIS SKIN.
I'M GONNA LEAVE THIS BODY AND I'M NEVER COMING BACK AGAIN
Track Name: Ataxia
I WAS WRONG. ALL ALONG.
IN EVERY ONE OF THESE FUCKING SONGS.
I GUESS I CONFUSED I WITH LONELY AND BEING ALONE.

SLITHERING. SULTRY. SAVOUR IT.
SLITHERING. SULTRY. SAVOUR ME.

I WAS WRONG. ALL ALONG.
THAT HEART-BOUND TAPEWORMS FAR FROM GONE.
SOMETIMES I THINK THAT I STILL TASTE IT ON MY TONGUE.

I PICKED MY TEETH WITH YOUR THORN-RIDDLED BONES.

SEE THE THING IS I DONT EVEN CARE AND YOU GOT ME BEGGING FOR MORE
BUT ITS ALWAYS TAKE, TAKE, TAKE THIS ISNT FUCKING FUNNY ANYMORE.
I'VE MANAGED TO PERFECT PATHETICALNESS
WITH A BUTCHERS FINESS. I SEALED IT WITH A KISS.

HEY, IVE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY.
TAKE A FUCKING LOOK AT ME.
NOW MY EYES ROLL BACK FAR ENOUGH TO SEE WHATS BEEN LEFT OF ME.
THESE CLAW MARKS AND WITCHERIES LEAVE ME REVELLED IN ECSTASY.

I WAS WRONG. ALL ALONG.
GOT ME BAD FEELINGS MY LOVE,
MOUTHFULS OF BLOOD AND STOMACH KNOTS
BUT IM ALWAYS YOUR FOOL, AM I NOT?

DO IT AGAIN (AND PISS IT AWAY).
WE'RE CONVULSING AND ANXIOUS
BUT WE'LL DO IT AGAIN CAUSE THERES NEVER ENOUGH FLESH
TO SINK MY FANGS IN.