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Lamb Of God
Lamb Of God


Информация
Откуда Richmond, Virginia, United States
Жанры Groove Metal
Thrash Metal
Death Metal
Metalcore
Годы 1990—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Roadrunner Records
Prosthetic Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Chris Adler
Randy Blythe
Mark Morton
Willie Adler
John Campbell
Бывшие участники
Abe Spear



Альбом Lamb Of God


Hourglass: The CD Anthology (01.06.2010)
01.06.2010
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1.
The Passing (instrumental)
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13.
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Condemn The Hive (Wrath Japanese Bonus Track)
4.
Another Nail For Your Coffin
5.
Nippon (Japanese Release Track)
6.
7.
Hourglass (Rehearsal Demo)
8.
More Time To Kill (Rehearsal Demo)
9.
Dead Seeds (Rehearsal Demo)
10.
In Your Words (Rehearsal Demo)
11.
Leech (Burn the Priest Tour Tape version)
12.
Salivation (Burn The Priest Tour Tape version)
13.
Lame (Burn The Priest Tour Tape version)
14.
Duane (Burn The Priest Tour Tape version)
15.
Ruiner (Burn The Priest 7 inch)
16.
Ballad of Kansas City (Burn the Priest 7 inch)
17.
Suffering Bastard (Burn The Priest 7 inch)
18.
Preaching to the Converted (Burn The Priest 7 inch)
. . .



The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude that I should descend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?

. . .



The knowledge that seeking the favor of another
Means the murder of self.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture.
You will one day ride
To flood the banks of the chosen.
This is the art of ruin.
This is the resolution
The end of all progress
The death of evolution
It bleeds all life away.
I will teach you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.

. . .



Archaic methods transfer
through well in the face of mass denial.
Bitterness fuels the mode
for the escape of mediocrity.
Stepping the grate, shattered nerves
ground down to a glass edge
carrying me away.
Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire.
A suicide mission destined to fail,
a moving ladder to climb taking me away.

. . .



The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror the ones on your arm of black tar
you've known the
ripping.
And I've seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt you want to know nothing but dirt you
know you can't
beat weakness.
Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of
parasitism.
You piece of shit I won't say your name but I will say this- FUCK OFF AND DIE
(sooner the
better).
You've shot out your eyes but I'm seeing that you cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away, lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother? I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood
smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,

. . .


Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past
Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away
Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God

I think not, serpent get thee behind me
Eradicated your somnambulant enigma
This field has lain fallow, won't erode
Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind

No, I won't soak up your misery
Won't soak up your weakness
Won't soak up your banality

Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done
Taste the frost, you chose your own death
You know that you choose well
I hate myself but not as much as I hate you
Tear yourself down

. . .



The hour of wreckoning draws near
Judgment day is here and gone
Sweetly she draws me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day way.
Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb
Stumbling into solitude.
A clouded judgment day is fueled.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
So sweetly she shucks away at my time
So sweetly she draws me nigh
Closer and closer towards never ending sleep
Spin the bottle
Kiss only the bottle.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement
Eternal engagement
Never consummated.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
Destroyer of senses.
So take as needed for the pain
Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again and again.
Take me under your black wings.

. . .



The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion into cold into nothingness;
it's snowing in
his mind.
He's created himself in his own image. Lust held for him means naught, a knock
on the door
brings no smile to his cruel lips;
the welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.
Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the back of his neck. His dead eyes
pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city it fills him the method ascertained,
conviction.

. . .



The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and race the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Towards the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
A shot gun blast into the face of deceit
You'll gain your just reward.
We'll not rest until the purge is complete
You will reap what you've sown.
My redemption lies in your demise.
In such a world as this does one dare to think for himself?
The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself
To know the truth and live in fear of no man.
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Toward the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
My redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.

. . .



All the fucked up things trap & punish me I cannot explain my problem.
Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized. You owe me.
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors.
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma peering out of spherical night mask.
Paleolithic subconscious icons lumber through dreamscape archetype of archangel.

Topside its far worse- infants painted gauze peer through murky jars; soon I'm
wearing the skin
of the morning star.
Green locks my name fills an empty banner. Frank, what have you gotten me into
now?
I am not afraid to speak my heart & mind it cannot be saved sell me over. Fuck
your hopeless
world, I am blacker than the sun. Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes?

. . .


As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper
Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
Rising from a butt ground out on my arm

Step into this decay and experience dissolution
Crucified on a plank of cruelty
Crucified on a plank of apathy

Immobile for the cold duration
Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper
Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
Rising from a butt ground out on my arm

Step into this decay and experience dissolution
Crucified upon a plank of cruelty and apathy

. . .



Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.
Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love.
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete & boot, another victim of the
lower hate.
You are not my god. You think this is funny don't you pig?
How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned soles, but what is
he laughing at?
There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace.
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks
& heels
falling down like the rain outside.
Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember your face your name your number;
and when I crawl out of this hole I'm going to make you all mine.

. . .


Shorn of apocryphal pride
The locks falls predicting strife
Cranium exposed
Denial of aesthetic

Push it [Incomprehensible]
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags

I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated
Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive
Realizing it's murder, murder, murder of self so clean

I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Hand reaches out, desecrates impunity
Ripping away foundation's identity
Replacing with shame

Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized

Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing towards severance
What a bloody mess
Visiting dark sites unknown

Grief lands like a ton of brick
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags

. . .



Our father why will be done.
I have denied this life its worth
I will not be the victim.
Sickness to you my master
Here's to getting worse
Hope it kills you faster.
Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out.
This vigil burns
Until the day our fires overtake you.
Our father we forsake you.
Blesses be his name
Nothing now the same.
Ask me why I hate
Why I've prayed to see the nation that I loved disintegrate
And gladly give my life
That revolution regenerates.
In honor of the strife of those who've died
In generations before your blood stained glory
I reject your
I deny your
I defy you to continue.

. . .

The Passing

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. . .


A sacred cash cow with sickly tits
Dripping temptation for hypocrites
to death she's beaten
The prosperous
Endlessly stating the obvious

Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face
Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

Indict the blameless
Transparent designs
Pathetic and shameless
Crucified

A legend in his own mind, enthroned by lies
A cheap Machiavelli plots his demise
Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face

Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined
Face me as I leave all this far behind
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
Blinded, gagged, betrayed

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
The corpse bloated with rage

Face these eyes
Hate refined

. . .



Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell
Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still.
Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass
Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass.
It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret
Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade
What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?
An ill wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns
Forbearance and my vengeance, payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.
(Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.)
God forbid you read the signs.
Watch for meanings between the lines
Gehenna has now arrived, no hindsight for the blind.
Your trust has been misplaced, believed the lies told to your face
Became another casualty and now it's too late.
You finally made it home, draped in the flag that you fell for.
And so it goes
The ashes of the wake.

. . .


Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this wide awake nightmare.
This lie of a life came as quickly as it can dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.

Pray for solace,
Pray for resolve.
Pray for a savior,
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose.
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence.
Now witness the end of an age.
Hope dies in hands of believers
who seek the truth in the liar's eyes.

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell.
You're never alone

. . .


Chopping lines in international sand
Feeding blood junky habits of the elephant man
Quenching his thirst with Black Water rising
Executive outcomes on a burning horizon

Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
We're rolling route Irish, someone's got to die
Trick or treat, it's IEDs
So roll the dice for me please, cause
It's near 8 miles of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck
Guaran-fucking-teed
Someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies
And big business is boomin' like its the 4th of July
No need for all the formalities
Jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees

Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
Running red lights into a green zone, someone's got to die
Hidden Aegis, nothing here to see
So load the dice for me please, and
Let's snort the bottom line Crude cashed into refined
Guaran-fucking-teed
Just sign the deed

Ours is not to reason why
Ours is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets fuck the mujaheddin
Paint their picket fences red with the American dream

Lay the hammer hammer down, get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight
Covert reactions and ya never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream

. . .



Now you've got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something to die for.
Send the childrean to the fire, sons and daugthers stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping the democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave
And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave
Burn.

. . .


The river I'm bound to be found in,
A rope chosen bound for the hang.
When I'm blind and I think I see everything,
Convincing myself again.

This god that i worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same

Descending.
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost.

I shudder to think of the consequece,
It's blasphemy simple and true.
The tragic protagonist torments,
Convincing myself again.

This god that I worship (a faded reflection).
This demon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same.

Descending.
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we've lost

. . .


you want to hate me for the way you hate yourself
you think you can find who you are in someone else
criticize who already found their positioning
youve got a long way to goooooo

so go and weed your dead heart hold
connecting yourself into
your so set to fail

somewhere you find the earth still waits
only yourself left to betray

a needless hippie repairing your despair
you take great measure to appear like you dont care
the decision and persuasion must deceit thee properly
you lost it before you began

so go and weed your dead heart hold
connecting yourself into
your so set to fail

somewhere you find the earth still waits
only yourself left to betray

spoken: only yourself left to betray

solo

so go and weed your dead heart hold
connecting yourself into
your so set to fail

somewhere you find the earth still waits
only yourself left to betray (x2)

. . .


Seize the darkened day, there's only hell to pay.
And no one left to see this prodigal return.
Sweet apathy's black toll,
you'll mourn the traded soul.
I'll dig a deeper hole, sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one,
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.

A tragedy on display,
a sickness for all to see,
I will kill this part of myself that I hate
and that I see in you.
It was always mine anyway,
there's some things you can't take away.
I choose not to feel a thing,
sanctity a breath away.
Just a breath away.

Blacken the cursed sun,
You're not the only one,
To have sunk so far and low,
There is no tomorrow.
Blacken the cursed sun,
Blacken what's yet to be done.
Blacken because now you know,
There is no tomorrow.

You're just a breath away.

Better to die quick fighting on your feet,
Than to live forever begging on your knees.

Can we still be saved?
Does your god hold a place for us?
Is there time to repent?
Will we rise from the dead?
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Is there still hope for us?
Were we ever even alive?
Is any of this even real?

Hell no

. . .



Witness shame's parade, the pain of blame repaid
It's fucking hopeless
Accutsations and denial.
Hopeless... demon of another day
Colorless... stoned, solide grey
Emptiness... of promises I made
So faithless... the tenants long betrayed.
Walk the faded line, cursed crawl of time
Silence, the only promise ever kept.
Familiar touch, a titual to numb the cut
Salvation in vice
Anguish is realizing what could have been, but never was
It's emptiness that fills the cup
Devotion in the method of my fall.
Pointless...futility continuing
Endless.. flowing corrupted vein.
Walk the faded, cursed crawl of time
It's fucking hopeless

. . .


And you may tremble before Hell's gates
You may watch as the heavens fall
And you may slight the hands of fate
You may heed the siren's call

And you may reach every golden shore
Witness repent in the heathen
And you may dance in the sands of the war
You may sleep in the cradle of Eden

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

And you may walk through the river run dry
You may strike down the giant with stone
And you may never again speak a lie
Confess every sin and atone

And you may drink from the infidel's blood
As their civilization collapses
You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood
And stare into the face of apocalypse

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

You will not comprehend
Or find words that will describe
The will of God and man
Until you watch someone die

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

. . .


So goddamn easy to write this,
you make it spill on the page.
So drunk on your self, self-righteous.
The laughing stock of your own fucking stage.

But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,
heard you had nothing to lose.
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation.
It must be easy to lose.

But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass.
You try me.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
but it never gets any more true.
So close your eyes once more and once more believe that they all still believe in you.

This is a motherfucking invitation.
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.

Just one time

. . .



If there was a single day I could live... a single breath I could take
I'd trade all the others away.
The blood's on the wall, so you'd might as well just forget it
And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it.
You're better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of
this
Smother another failure, lay this to rest.
Console yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself.
I'll chain you to the truth for the truth shall set you free
I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty
I'll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came
Smother another failure, lay this to rest.
Console yourself, you're better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, see who gives a fuck.
Failure.
If there was a day I could live, if there was a single breath I could take

. . .


A moment in time worthy only of solitude.
A stranger not meant for another to see.

Are we the abandoned?
Are we the deserter?
Lived in the night so his wickedness way. (?)

The faces light up their screens,
As the wealthy cash in on the war.
The body counts rise, the ratings will soar.

Another deceiver.
The liar, the patriot.
Counting the lies and keeping the score.
The score.

Look at the light face the faith that deserts you.
You are the hunted, the victim, the prey and the fallen.

We die alone.

A lamb in the line has been lead to the slaughter.
Another to join all the ghosts from before.
(Join all the ghosts from before.)

Another believer, another casualty.
Can't tell the way out from a chain to the floor. (?)
The floor.

Look at the light face the faith that deserts you.
You are the hunted, the victim, the prey and the fallen.

We die alone.

. . .


Death lies eternal.
A heathen rapture consumes the light.
Impaled on its axis,
The world around me lays down to die.

Immaculate contraception.
The masses bleeding opiate.
Apocalyptic conception,
Planet is seething reprobates.

Unremitting desolation.
There is no reprieve.
The end goes (what's left?)

The angel's eyes are gouged with tragedy.
The end goes (what's left?)
The fallen host endure mortality.
The end goes.

A black pasture,
devoid of the shepherd,
where you choose to dwell.

Venomous concepts,
Catalyst of damnation.
Unease filtered through chemical haze.
(You're so far gone.)

Sole purveyor of your own unrest.
Go cry on the shoulder of your god.
(You're so far gone.)
The catalyst of damnation.

A lone voice in the void,
There is no reprieve.
The end goes (what's left?)

No answer will be found to the endless Why.
The end goes (what's left?)
Deeds done in darkness will always come to light.
The end goes.

A black pasture,
devoid of the shepherd,
where you choose to dwell.

Venomous concepts,
Catalyst of damnation.
Unease filtered through chemical haze.
(You're so far gone.)

Sole purveyor of your own unrest.
Go cry on the shoulder of your god.
(You're so far gone.)
The catalyst of damnation.

The Nephilim walk the earth again.
Primordial chaos resurrected.
The divine narcotic strung-out Seraphim.
The catalyst, catalyst of damnation.

In the code of life, a spiral death, a rattle from within.
The healing sties, no answers lie in a world without end.

Venomous concepts,
Catalyst of damnation.
Unease filtered through chemical haze.
(You're so far gone.)

Sole purveyor of your own unrest.
Go cry on the shoulder of your god.
(You're so far gone.)
The catalyst of damnation.

. . .


Soon come a burning,
Soon come a wreathing,
Spare the rod, spoil the child,
Resume the righteous beating.

Hubris has been spoon-fed to you,
On a silver platter,
The weak will run weeping
Delusion shattered.

No one owes you a goddamn thing.

Bloated with pride, your privileged ones,
A walking punchline, your life's fucking done.
Bloated with pride, your privileged ones,
Condemn the hive.

The well's run dry,
Narcissist fills it with tears of blood.
Poison Juno's choking lapdog, deepen the cut.

No one cares what the fuck you think.

Bloated with pride, your privileged ones,
A walking punchline, your life's fucking done.
Bloated with pride, your privileged ones,
Condemn the hive.

Say goodbye, worthless beginners,
Severed all reason, in a fractured mirror,
Solid stares, uneven high expectations,
A generation's entitlement comes undone,
Your life is fucking done.

Your pitiful life,
Condemning the hive
So feeble inside,
Condemning the hive
Condemning the hive.

Bloated with pride, your privileged ones,
A walking punchline, your life's fucking done.
Bloated with pride, your privileged ones.
Your privileged ones.

. . .

Another Nail For Your Coffin

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. . .

Nippon

[Нет текста]

. . .



Now you've got something to die for.
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you've got something to die for.
Send the childrean to the fire, sons and daugthers stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping the democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days.
We'll never get out of this hole until we've dug our own grave
And drug the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave
Burn.

. . .



Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell
Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still.
Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass
Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass.
It's only getting worse, not worth a moment's regret
Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade
What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?
An ill wind blows this way, the edge of the envelope burns
Forbearance and my vengeance, payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.
(Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does, witness the mass disgrace.)
God forbid you read the signs.
Watch for meanings between the lines
Gehenna has now arrived, no hindsight for the blind.
Your trust has been misplaced, believed the lies told to your face
Became another casualty and now it's too late.
You finally made it home, draped in the flag that you fell for.
And so it goes
The ashes of the wake.

. . .


I just got the news today you were dying,
Hot Damn! We're already partying.
But please, before you have to leave,
Let me tell you a few last things.

Suffer, unto me.
Indulge, my every need.

I don't want to meet you halfway,
I've always despised that fucking place.
I'm not offering you my way,
I'm kicking you down the fucking highway.

Get one thing straight from the get go,
I truly don't give a fuck about you.
I never have and I never will,
Each day you breathe is more time to kill.

Fuck your world up.

Your last breath,
I'll take it now.
Your last breath,
I'll rip it away.
And haunt your dreams in your final sleep.

Get one thing straight from the get go,
I truly don't give a fuck about you.
I never have and I never will,
Each day you breathe is more time to kill.
I never have and I never will

. . .


And you may tremble before Hell's gates
You may watch as the heavens fall
And you may slight the hands of fate
You may heed the siren's call

And you may reach every golden shore
Witness repent in the heathen
And you may dance in the sands of the war
You may sleep in the cradle of Eden

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

And you may walk through the river run dry
You may strike down the giant with stone
And you may never again speak a lie
Confess every sin and atone

And you may drink from the infidel's blood
As their civilization collapses
You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood
And stare into the face of apocalypse

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

You will not comprehend
Or find words that will describe
The will of God and man
Until you watch someone die

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
We'll prey on the weak

. . .


A sacred cash cow with sickly tits
Dripping temptation for hypocrites
to death she's beaten
The prosperous
Endlessly stating the obvious

Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face
Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

Indict the blameless
Transparent designs
Pathetic and shameless
Crucified

A legend in his own mind, enthroned by lies
A cheap Machiavelli plots his demise
Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face

Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined
Face me as I leave all this far behind
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
Blinded, gagged, betrayed

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
The corpse bloated with rage

Face these eyes
Hate refined

. . .

Leech

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Smothered under your affection
Solitude an acquisition
Symbiosis turned parasitic
Now I'm starting to regret this

Dying to be alone
Bleed me as I'm dying to be alone

A weight on my back, a noose around my neck
A clot in my veins, a worm in my gut
A weight on my back, a noose around my neck
A clot in my veins, a worm in my gut

A weight on my back, a noose around my neck
A clot in my veins, a worm in my gut
All this and more are you
Please leave me alone

I can't breathe air from your mouth
I can't move in your embrace
I need avoid in my life
But you've taken all the nothing

I can't breathe air from your mouth
I can't move in your embrace
I need avoid in my life
But you've taken all the nothing

. . .


Whine, whine, whine
How can you afford to throw me those looks
When you haven't pulled the bloody wool
From over your eyes yet?

How can you say those things to me
When you haven't pulled the boot of the past
Out of your mouth?

Tepid morals personality set
For easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount
Marooned a suicidal caste deal
With isolation grease the wheels chameleon

Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine
Your conviction is merely iconographic
I'm so sick of hearing you whine, shut up

. . .


Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses
A senseless data overload a prime time hypnosis bow to idiot box
Self-induced anueretic sty waves flat line
Encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life

. . .


How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be left when they come
To collect their blood debts
Accounts will be dry, binary vessel
Full of nothing but dust

A vicious lust for control has turned us
Into pawns for the faceless kings
Shed rivers of blood turned the color
Of their lucre greed

Fiscal commandments impel
And we will obey

Blindly
Fury of, fury

The fury of the sun has passed
Into the hands of men
Whose hands were already too full
Of abused strength and anger
Of abused strength and power
Bio-economics killing again and again

. . .

Ballad of Kansas City

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Shorn of apocryphal pride
The locks falls predicting strife
Cranium exposed
Denial of aesthetic

Push it [Incomprehensible]
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags

I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated
Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive
Realizing it's murder, murder, murder of self so clean

I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Hand reaches out, desecrates impunity
Ripping away foundation's identity
Replacing with shame

Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized

Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing towards severance
What a bloody mess
Visiting dark sites unknown

Grief lands like a ton of brick
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags

. . .

Preaching to the Converted

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