Lamb Of God

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Send "As The Palaces Burn" Ringtones to Cell

The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and RAZE the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Towards the day we revolt.
oh, 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.
oh, 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, redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.

Send "Again We Rise" Ringtones to Cell

Rise!
Store-bought attitude and spit
A sugar coated piece of shit
An instant rebel, just add greed
Another useless commodity
Broken glass and a broken jaw
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

Blood and fire used to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
It's over now and long has been
Those days are gone, won't come again
Another name crossed off the list
The real thing would kill you quick

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of a kind
This ain't yours, fuck you don't try

(whispers) This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try

This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
This ain't yours, so fuck you, don't try
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
This was never yours, fuck you, don't try


This bridge was burnt before you could cross
You reap the benefits of what's lost
Go home son, hang your costume up
A goddamn insult to the rest of us
A thousand-yard state across the south
A full belly and a lying mouth
Momma's boy plays heretic
The real thing would kill you quick, bitch

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try

Rise
Well, fuck you, don't even try
Rise
Well, Fuck you, your time is nigh
Rise
Fuck you, I've had enough
Rise
Fuck you, your time is up (x2)

Send "Redneck" Ringtones to Cell

So Goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill off the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
A laughing stock of your own fucking stage.

Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.

This is a motherfuckin' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfuckin' invitation,
You try me.

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

Oh but I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me.

This is a motherfuckin' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfuckin' 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.

Just one time!

This is a motherfuckin' invitation,
The only one you could ever need.
This is a motherfuckin' invitation.

Just one time!

This is a motherfuckin' invitation,
Ya' try me.

Just one time!(ya' try me)
Just one time!(ya' try me)

Ya' try me.

Send "Pathetic" Ringtones to Cell

Somewhere between an excuse and a lie
You found something that you believe
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why
Three cheers for what we used to be

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field,
Shit talking, it crumbles around you
It come back around

Somewhere between delusion and denial
You'll drown in your own sympathy
Profound, at least you thought so at the time
A ghost of who you used to be

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field,
Shit talking, it crumbles around you
It come back around

Pathetic. Wasted. Souless. Compromised.

Send "Foot to the Throat" Ringtones to Cell

Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine.
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time.
Take all that you can give, and i will make it mine
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has its shine

Never held down, never restrainted.
Virtue's foot to the throat,
free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
We hold these lies to be self-evident,
As the dividends will reflect.
And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self.
The coffers have long run dry

Never held down, never restrainted.
Virtue's foot to the throat,
free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

Like a bull in a China shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared.
A thief in an empty vault,
The sheep already sheared
A screen door on a submarine,
An eagle with a broken wing,
Hope in a dead man's dream,
The sound of a bell
that will never ring

You're just wasting time

Send "Descending" Ringtones to Cell

The river I'm bound to be found in,
A rope chosen bound for the hang
When I'm blinded 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 consequence
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

Send "Beating On Deaths Door" Ringtones to Cell

Beating On Deaths Door

She's a slack one, born of greed
Speaking endless words, long and empty
A beggar who still wants to choose
A dethroned queen still demands her due
If you want something for nothing you take what you get
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for

There's a blood stain on the ceiling
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery
Trying to look out a bricked-in window
Your destiny lies in the alley below
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror
When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free
A quick fix for all that you think that you need

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on
You're tied in knots that can't be undone
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears
You lied too many times now no one cares
No one cares

An empty promise with a heart of tin
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within
The hope for something more, all that you wish for
A kick to the head and a boot to the door
Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes
A paper trail ends in choking smoke
But you know that you lit the match yourself
Play the burning cards that you dealt

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

Broken.

Send "Blacken The Cursed Sun" Ringtones to Cell

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 something you can't take away.
I choose not to feel a thing.
Sanctity, a breath away.
Just a breath away.
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.
Is there still hope for us?
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?
You're just a breath away.
You're just a breath away.
Better to die quick,
Fighting on your feet.
Then to live forever,
Begging on your knees.
No.
Can we still be saved?
Hell no!
Does your God hold a place for us?
Hell no!
Is there time to repent?
Hell no!
Will we rise from the dead?
Hell no!
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Hell no!
Is there still hope for us?
Hell no!
Were we ever even alive?
Hell no!
Is any of this even real?
Hell no!
Hell no!

Send "Requiem" Ringtones to Cell

Down, chemical sacrament
Blasphemous prayer
Deliver me from this
So serene apocalypse

Just make me fucking numb
Deaf, blind, and fucking dumb
Return to sacred sleep

This could be my requiem
And I'll feel no pain
This could be my requiem
But don't bury me too deep

Drain infected brine
Sickened cesspool shell of mine
Strap up the hands of time
And push the soul into the vein

Just make me fucking numb
Deaf, blind, and fucking dumb
Return to sacred sleep

This could be my requiem
And I'll feel no pain
This could be my requiem
But don't bury me too deep

Sink, suffer, self destruct
Rise, stronger, reconstruct

Dispose, discard, deny

And I will feel no pain

Send "Forgotten (Lost Angels)" Ringtones to Cell

This is a mean and cold town
I hate this fucking place
Watch the rats as they all drown
Dying slowly day by day
Decrepit and falling down
Cesspool of human waste
Swallow profits in deep
Now in death you'll finally know the taste

There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced

You fucking hypocrite
But hooks in lips they do not lie
Compassions served not on your plate
How many of them have you watched die?

I can't sing you a happy song
I can't write you a sing-a-long
The only catchy hook I've got
Is the one in my bleeding gut

Burn it down
Burn it down

There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced

Dead stares, dead eyes
Choked hopes and vacant minds
Blank words, blank lives
The end result of endless lies

There's no angels here
To get lost in the first place
Jackhammer a fault line
Pray for earthquakes
Muholland's on fire
And my cig started it
'92 should have burnt this fucker down
We're here to finish it

I'm not impressed by much here
Much less what you have to say
Don't give a fuck who you know
I just want to leave this hellhole

Know that you mean nothing to me
Nor the lies that seep from your teeth
Won't piss on you if you're on fire
One more self-important liar

Burn it down
Burn it down

There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced

Burn it (Burn it)
Burn it (Burn it)
Burn it (Burn it)
Burn it down!

Send "More Time To Kill" Ringtones to Cell

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 this fucking place.

Suffer, unto me.
Indulge, my every need.

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 it's more time to kill.

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

I never have and I never will.
I never have and I never will.

Fuck, Your, World, Up.

God Damn!

Your,
Last,
Breath,
I'll take it now.

Your,
Last,
Breath,
I'll take it now.

Your,
Last,
Breath,
I'll rip it away,
And haunt your dreams in your final sleep.

(You can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one filled up first
your numbers come up and it sure as hell ain't a lucky one, son.)

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 it's more time to kill.

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 it's more time to kill.

I never have,
I never will,
Never will.

I never have,
I never will,
Never will.

Send "11th Hour" Ringtones to Cell

The hour of reckoning draws near
Judgment day is here and gone
Sweetly she tucks me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day away
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 sucks 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
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
Take me under your black wings
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction

Send "A Devil In God's Country" Ringtones to Cell

Down south soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and terrible
Many will die.
I am the distance between two points
Forgotten. A Void.
I dig holes brother.
Well, I've got a bone to pick
And a nerve to pluck
A skin to get under
And a home to wreck.
I've got ends to meet
So I've got a job to do.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life
Drop the coins and send you down to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.
Well, I've got a sucker to punch
And a back to stab
A head to kick in
And a throat to to slit.
I've got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
Step back before you're the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.

Send "A Warning" Ringtones to Cell

I'm a monster so don't walk my way.
Don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives.
I will suck you down and drag you dry.
Don't laugh at my jokes- the punchline is murder.
Don't enjoy my touch, every caress hides a chokehold.
I'm only happy when I've ruined everything I see.
Believe everything you've ever heard about me- suck it up.
If you see me coming don't stop, just turn and walk the other way.
I will not lie about what I have done,
I will not lie about what I will do to you,
the sweat of my exertion is pure poison, I'm hell...

Send "Again We Rise" Ringtones to Cell

Rise!
Store-bought attitude and spit
A sugar coated piece of shit
An instant rebel, just add greed
Another useless commodity
Broken glass and a broken jaw
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

Blood and fire used to fill the night
Burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
It's over now and long has been
Those days are gone, won't come again
Another name crossed off the list
The real thing would kill you quick

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of a kind
This ain't yours, fuck you don't try

(whispers) This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try

This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
This ain't yours, so fuck you, don't try
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
This was never yours, fuck you, don't try


This bridge was burnt before you could cross
You reap the benefits of what's lost
Go home son, hang your costume up
A goddamn insult to the rest of us
A thousand-yard state across the south
A full belly and a lying mouth
Momma's boy plays heretic
The real thing would kill you quick, bitch

Rise, again we will rise (x2)

There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try

Rise
Well, fuck you, don't even try
Rise
Well, Fuck you, your time is nigh
Rise
Fuck you, I've had enough
Rise
Fuck you, your time is up (x2)

Send "Again We Will Rise" Ringtones to Cell

Store-bought attitude and spit,
a sugar-coated piece of shit.
An instant rebel, just add greed.
Another useless commodity.
Broken glass and a broken jaw,
lies are told in a southern drawl.
Poor-house poverty's your schtick,
the real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.(2X)

Blood and fire used to fill the night,
burnt and drowned by our very lives.
You missed a sinking boat by years,
dollar signs, crocodile tears.
It's over now, and long has been.
Those days are gone,wont come again.
Another name crossed off the list,
the real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.(2X)

There's nothing for you to fight against,
you're so unreal it's evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try.

The bridge was burnt before you could cross,
you reap the benefits of what's lost.
Go home son, hang your costume up,
a goddamn insult to the rest of us.
A thousand-yard stare across the south,
a full belly and a lying mouth.
Momma's boy plays heretic,
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.(2X)

There's nothing for you to fight against,
you're so unreal it's evident.
You'll never be one of our kind,
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try.

Fuck you, don't even try.
Fuck you, your time is nigh.
Fuck you, I've had enough.
Fuck you, your time is up.

Send "An Extra Nail for your coffin" Ringtones to Cell

At a loss for something different to say
I've said everything, we've
said it all before.

An Extra nail for your coffin.

I'm going to ride that horse
we've beaten to death
And deliver its stinking carcass
to your doorstep.
A gift from all the dead
children

That are the progeny of your
ballistic union.
Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news, but
I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, Lynch mob of
one.

An extra nail for your coffin.

Sometimes its been mentioned
For uncertain reasons
You will never quiet this storm
A cold win to chill your bones

I bring the hammer down

Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news, but
I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.

Send "As The Palaces Burn" Ringtones to Cell

The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise and RAZE the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Towards the day we revolt.
oh, 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.
oh, 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, redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.

Send "Ashes Of The Wake" Ringtones to Cell

"We killed a lot of innocent civilians
To us every civilian in Baghdad was a terrorist
'THESE FEDAYKEEN are now in civilian clothes' - that makes everybody free game
But if they came within our perimeter, we lit 'em up
And when we would pull the body out, and when we would search the car, we would find nothing
This took place time and time again
No harm, no foul, that's OK, don't worry about it
Because this is a new TYPE of war, this is an eradication...


...I honestly feel we're committing genocide over here
I don't believe in killing civilians, and I'm not going to kill civilians for the United States Marine CORPS..."

Send "Beating On Death's Door" Ringtones to Cell

She's a slack one born of greed
Speaking endless words, long and empty
A begger who still wants to choose
A dethroned queen still demands her due
If you want something for nothing you take what you get
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for

There's a blood stain on the ceiling
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery
Trying to look out threw a bricked-in window
Your destiny lies in the alley below
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror
When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free
A quick fix for all that you think that you need

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it

There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on
You're tied in knots that can't be undone
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears
You lied too many times now no one cares
No one cares

An empty promise with a heart of tin
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within
The hope for something more, all that you wish for
A kick to the head, a boot to the door
Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes
A paper trail ends in choking smoke
But you know that you lit the match yourself
Play the burning cards that you dealt

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it

Broken

Send "Beating On Deaths Door" Ringtones to Cell

Beating On Deaths Door

She's a slack one, born of greed
Speaking endless words, long and empty
A beggar who still wants to choose
A dethroned queen still demands her due
If you want something for nothing you take what you get
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for

There's a blood stain on the ceiling
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery
Trying to look out a bricked-in window
Your destiny lies in the alley below
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror
When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free
A quick fix for all that you think that you need

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on
You're tied in knots that can't be undone
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears
You lied too many times now no one cares
No one cares

An empty promise with a heart of tin
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within
The hope for something more, all that you wish for
A kick to the head and a boot to the door
Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes
A paper trail ends in choking smoke
But you know that you lit the match yourself
Play the burning cards that you dealt

Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.

Broken.

Send "Black Label" Ringtones to Cell

The human confrontation, I've built a phobia
It takes my essence somewhere
somewhere to take control

I may be far from rocking
I am the one alone
I may be far behind lines
and made them turn away

I want to know, hey you watch out!
I've made them turn to cripple, hey you watch out!
When i will know, who'll know, back fight!
why time would let me die to control.

I fear nothing, why don't you know
I rip my mind and why don't you bleed
i fear no one, why you turn back
i may not stop.

My freedom can't contain but tell me
The pain I liberate
Riff hostility to anyone
Has made us so much hate
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I........... know.

Send "Blacken The Cursed Sun" Ringtones to Cell

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 something you can't take away.
I choose not to feel a thing.
Sanctity, a breath away.
Just a breath away.
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.
Is there still hope for us?
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?
You're just a breath away.
You're just a breath away.
Better to die quick,
Fighting on your feet.
Then to live forever,
Begging on your knees.
No.
Can we still be saved?
Hell no!
Does your God hold a place for us?
Hell no!
Is there time to repent?
Hell no!
Will we rise from the dead?
Hell no!
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Hell no!
Is there still hope for us?
Hell no!
Were we ever even alive?
Hell no!
Is any of this even real?
Hell no!
Hell no!

Send "Blood Junkie" Ringtones to Cell

A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.
Conniving opportunist
Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.
A violent panacea for what ails the nation
In advancement for the pig.
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands
Eyes never closed clarity.
Clamped down in a grip so tight on ordinary horror.
Peering through a curtain of blood.
Retribution or vengeance it matters not which
As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built.
Ashes to ashes to the dust
Eaten spiced with ambivalence.
The nation swallows it all whole
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose.
Commerce brings war
Jihad has come to both sides.
Eye for an eye fire for fire
Raining death as the towers crumble.
This will never end.
Left without a choice
By the fiscal elite
War is set in motion by higher powers.
A pissing contest for the unknown.
Left bankrupt we all die inside.
As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death.
Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster
Spoon fed shit doesn't even turn their stomachs.
Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse
Someone needs to tip the nest.
The pig ascends
As I sink deeper
Seething
Waiting for my death.

The pig ascends
As I sink deeper
Seething misanthropic
Waiting for my death.

Send "Bloodletting" Ringtones to Cell

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. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Send "Bootscraper" Ringtones to Cell

Watch the broken common man
Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour.
Dirty and sweaty
With just enough to get by.
Calluses on his hands calluses on his soul
Hard-boiled son of a bitch
Scraping away on the down hill grind.
It's a means to an end, a mean end for most.
Death and domestication ends in shattered hopes
Can't see the hand at the other end of the leash.
Turn and bite.
Turn and bite the hand that bleeds you dry.
Throw yourself a bone, no one else will.
Compromise leads to self-loathing
Money the excrement of labor.
And you don't get to keep shit
Except politics and power trips and a bad breath down your neck.
I know
For I have toiled in the halls of the mighty
And not received a teardrop in a bucket.
Motherfuck it.
The world doesn't owe me a thing
But you do (Motherfucker).
So crooked when you die they're ganna have to screw your ass into the ground.
As life slowly unravels
With nothing to show but wasted time and dust
A thousand points of lies falling on the deafened
funeral eardrums of the blind masses.
Rise above, extract your life.
Will you look within
Then turn around and bite?
Day by dayy the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.