Curb Crawler from First Rites by Ritual Heresy

Tyres wearing thin
Patience wearing thinner
A psychopath with a short fuse to burn
Prowling neon streets for metal fused with meat
A hard sale but a penny to earn

Curb crawler
A vicious fiend
Curb crawler
You’ll meet your end

Curb crawler
A vicious fiend
Curb crawler
You’ll meet your end

The ones that you stalk
The ones that you hunt
The ones that you tear apart
They still have souls inside
Bodies to override
A chrome and blood laced heart

The ones that you seek
The ones that you track
The ones that you pretty on
They’re done with dying now
They want their pound of flesh
A chrome and blood laced dawn

A chrome and blood laced dawn
Over and on
A never ending cycle of pain
A chrome and blood laced dawn
Over and on The predator becomes the prey

A chrome and blood laced dawn
Over and on
They’ve circled you all alone
A chrome and blood laced dawn
Over and on
Separate flesh from bone

Face down against cold cement
Your body now a slave to their discontent

They’ll struggle
To identify
Your mangled corpse
From the dark roadside

Accept your fate
Exhale your final breath
Your fate is sealed
A predetermined death

Curb crawler

The curb had never felt so sharp, Wrapped around your teeth.
The streets had never felt so cold, the abyss the beneath.
The towers bellowing so high, watching you below.
Your face scattered across the floor, the fatal blow.

• Crossover Thrash
• Heavy Metal
• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• hardcore
• United Kingdom