The Ritual
martin's Lyrics

Ritual madness, eating my mind
The singer is experiencing a state of madness brought on by a ritual, causing them to lose their grip on reality.

Kill me like crazy, with honey and wine
The singer desires to be consumed by the madness, even if it leads to their undoing, comparing the experience to the intensity of being intoxicated with honey and wine.

Ritual fever, sexy and sick
The madness brought by the ritual is both alluring and dangerous, like a fever that is both seductive and lethal.

Make me an ecstatic, fanatic lunatic
The artist longs to be fully possessed by the madness, so that they become an ecstatic and fanatical lunatic in the grips of the ritual.

Ritual possession puppet my bones
The ritual has taken control of the artist's body, making them feel like a puppet whose strings are being manipulated by an unseen force.

Your demented dimensions, I'll call them home
The singer has succumbed to the madness of the ritual, accepting its chaotic and twisted nature as their new reality.

Divine inspiration, drag me to hell
The madness of the ritual is viewed as a powerful force that can take the singer to the depths of hell, connecting their experience to something divine.

O beautiful horror, make me unwell
The artist sees beauty in the horror of the ritual, even as it takes a toll on their well-being.

And I might lose my mind tonight
The artist is aware that they may lose their grip on sanity as a result of the ritual.

Commit a crime tonight
The madness of the ritual may drive the artist to commit acts that they would not otherwise consider.

I'll sacrifice tonight
The singer is willing to give up something of value in exchange for the experience of the ritual.

And laugh at the dying light
The artist embraces the darkness that comes with the ritual, mocking the idea of a dying light that symbolizes hope or salvation.

My fuse might ignite tonight
The singer is aware that their temper may flare up as a result of participating in the ritual.

But I've got nine lives tonight
The singer is confident that they can survive any consequences that come with participating in the ritual.

Ritual ugly, bewitching and cute
The nature of the ritual is both unattractive and charming, much like an ugly object that is still strangely captivating.

I'll be the rat and you play the flute
The artist is willing to submit to the will of whoever is leading the ritual, much like a rat who follows the tune of a flute player.

Delicious danger, dare me to dance
The artist is drawn to the danger of the ritual, finding it exciting and even tempting.

O ritual murder, a sad romance
The violence and death associated with the ritual is seen as a tragic and hopeless situation, like a love affair that ends in sorrow.

This is the lighter, and this is the fuse
The singer is acknowledging that the ritual will ignite a spark of chaos within them, which could lead to destruction.

The wire winds tighter, the wound starts to ooze
The ritual causes harm to the artist, leading to a painful wound that continues to fester and bleed.

The poison, the ointment, your truth is the bruise
The ritual is a toxic mixture of pleasure and pain, with the artist's own beliefs and values becoming a source of injury and damage.

Let ritual madness take good care of you
The artist is encouraging the listener to embrace the madness of the ritual, as if it were a nurturing and beneficial force in their life.

Might not survive tonight
The singer is aware that participating in the ritual may be fatal.

I'm dynamite tonight
The artist is embracing the explosive and dangerous nature of the ritual, likening themselves to a stick of dynamite.