Lamb of god FULL ALBUM

album: “New American Gospel” (2000)

1. Black Label
The human confrontation, I’ve build 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.

2. A Warning
I’m a monster so don’t walk my way.
Don’t trust my smile my teeth are like knives.
I’ll drag you down & suck 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 & 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…

3. In the Absence Of The Sacred
Violence a natural reaction in a society whose advances are limited to its new technology;
different only in the current mode of destructive intent.
Date has replaced real life in this world, no hope for the stop of “progress.”
Inevitable bio-link implant will replace the feel of human touch.
All memory surrogates downloaded bought & sold, no true sense of self.
Impending sensory death looming near.
A number, this is what you’ve become.
Life digitized itemized commodified.
Ha, ha, ha, this is what you work for…

4. Letter To The Unborn
I want some hatred on through
This pain to feel you’re fading
They say stop be more gentle
It seems I walk this hard trail alone
Come danger take them all
Then throw them at the walls
Lost
Why won’t you let me go
What does your father feel
There is no point is your papa not living now
I’m gonna tear off the legs of the one that killed
Me the most powerfull human of all
Woe
I a missing father
An empty role
Why did this immortal good child forget me
Why’d a mans own father blow these
Heartstrings away
Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child
Why wouldn’t fate let this unborn child
Die a wooden blow
Please
Kill
Him

5. The Black Dahlia
I am the ones & the zerosthat control commerce & file you silently far away.
I am the children starving in the gutter bellies full of unabated poverty.
I am nihilism no future base instinct realized environmental collapse.
I am life.
I am the corpse of decency crucified on a post of greed and moral decay.
I am man.
Submit & surrender unto Ceasar what is his rightful due.
Complete oppression no catharsis in emphatic contempt for all of life.
I am man.

6. Terror & Hubris In The House Of Frank Pollard
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.
Terror and hubris – 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?
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page. I’m sailin’…

7. The Subtle Arts Of Murder & Persuasion
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.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.

8. Pariah
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,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete.
Moribund.

9. Confessional
Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting you again.
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold.
Cased in forests of black steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream. Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down. You know not what you are looking for but it will find you anyway.
I’ve confessed this disease to you. Handed you a key to control.
Fuel for your malicious intent.
Punish me for my failure. Dissect my faith. Twisting my trust.
Never, no more, I’m alone.

10. O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.
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.
Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco.

album: “As The Palaces Burn” (2003)

1. Ruin
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 rise
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 show you all that I have mastered
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the art of ruin.

2. As The Palaces Burn
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.
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.
We’ll dance as the palaces burn.

3. Purified
Can the pestilence within you be bled out
May I have the honor of this amputation?
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live no solely for the pleasure of your slow decay.
Feel the pain of vengeance burn you,
Soon you shall know silence.
With trembling hands you’ll beg for mercy.
I’ll show you none.
Purified by my hand
In this my world
It is salvation.
Your futile existence draws to a close
A cloak of lies drops.
The lies drop.

4. 11th Hour
The hour of reckoning 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.
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction.

5. For Your Malice
Welcome home to my reality.
So you taste yourself every time?
This must be your pleasure
This your swan song I’ll sing for you.
I’ll cut the words from your mouth
You’ll never speak my name again.
Locked up and sold the fuck out
Don’t think you won’t see me again.
It’ll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away.
This is a homicide daydream
I won’t waste my hate on you.
All that you’ve claimed not to be
Has now come to define you.
It’ll come back three times
Once in the name of regret
Twice for your envy
Three times when I take you away.
Turn on my heels
And spit apathy on this bridge you have burnt.
Feast on my own blood
I’ll drain myself to sleep.
I’ll rise from death to knife this beast
These last regrets the ones I keep.
It’ll come back three times
Once in the name of deceit
Twice for your malice
Three times when I take you away.

6. Bootscraper
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 gonna 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 day the mask suffocates your life
Is this any way to live?
No fucking way.

7. A Devil In God’s Country
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.

[x2]
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 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 toslit.

[x2]
I’ve got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.

[x2]
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.

Step back before you’re the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.

8. In Defense Of Our Good Name
Returning to solace
So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue
The sound of silence blesses my ears
Enveloping like the earth I will one day lie in
Metropolis is bad to wither the soul
Roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood.
So let you point and laugh
Provincial ain’t so bad.
Take me back down to where I belong
To rust in rivers.
I do not covet any man’s life
I know my place all too well
One man’s paradise is another man’s living hell.
To each their own
Generation’s ago made this place my own
The roots are deep and strong
Carry them wherever I go.

Never wanted your approval
Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but here.
Carry me Southeast bound home

To speak in defense of our good name
Lay me to rest with my kin
In the ground of God’s country.

Lash out at any who would smear you with hate
Deify no one, never crawl ashamed
The past screams injustice on Southern night wind
Whips manacles chains musket balls
A dark history never forgotten
Only misconception remains.

Speak in defense of our good name
The blood of kin grants absolution
I’ll join them soon enough in the ground of God’s country.

Never wanted your acceptance
Never wanted your approval
Never wanted to be anything but me
Never wanted to be anywhere but here.

9. Blood Junkie
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 misanthropic
Waiting for my death.

10. Vigil
Our father thy 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.
Blessed 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 for your blood stained glory
I reject you
I deny you
I defy you to continue.
Smite the shepherd and the sheep will be scattered.

album: “Ashes Of The Wake” (2004)

1. Laid To Rest
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 admit 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, you’re better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck.
Failure.
If there was a day I could live, if there was a single breath I could take
I’d trade all the others away.

2. Hourglass
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 you intent
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 a shes of the wake.
It’s only getting worse…

3. Now You’ve Got Something To Die For
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 the liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy.
Now you’ve got something to die for.
Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping 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.
Now you’ve got something to die for.

4. The Faded Line
Witness shame’s parade, the pain of blame repaid
It’s fucking hopeless
Accusations and denial.
Hopeless… demon of another day
Colorless… stoned, solid grey
Emptiness… of promises I made
So faithless… the tenets long betrayed.
Walk the faded line, cursed crawl of time
Silence, the only promise ever kept.
Familiar touch, a ritual to numb the cut
Salvation in vic
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 line, cursed crawl of time
Silence, the only promise ever kept.
Hopeless.

5. Omerta
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,
‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.’
Such is the rule of honour.

Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren’s song and sign the death warrant.
This id what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver
The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer.
I am the result what’s better left unspoken
Violence begins to mend what was broken
You’ve been talking, I’ve been all ears.
Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day
Words can be broken, so can bones
Execute the mandate
Mouth full of dirt.
Your name is removed from the registry
St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate.
I am the result what’s better left unspoken
Violence begins to mend what was broken
You’ve been talking, I’ve been all ears
Omerta.
Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose
A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat
Six feet under with no marker
Keep my name from your mouth forever.
Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales
Your laughing finger will never point again.
Omerta.
Sing for me now.

6. Blood Of The Scribe
All of this comes crashing down.
Cornerstone’s gone
Sleepless.
Hopeless.
No end in sight.
Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe.
Rest comes easy to the guiltless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun.
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade.
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Unearth the stone, lay to waste
Defile the tome, rip the page
Strip mine the vein, lay to waste.
Frayed at the edge, flat lined.
The anvil cracks.
The hammer relentlessly comes down.
A new pariah is born.
Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet.
Type A negative shuts me down.
Catch phrase will be the death of me.
This is, not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?
Climb the walls ’til nails bleed.
Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass.
Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly
No end in sight.

7. One Gun
The sins of deliverance

The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope.

It’s where murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one gun salute for the new independence day.
They’ll hallow your name
They’ll hallow your name for your sacrifice.

The sins of deliverance.
“So let the wicked perish in the presence of God.”
(For your sacrifice)

The sins of the father atoned by the son
Confessions of commitments broken
A nail driven for every one (of them).

It’s where murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one gun salute for the new independence day.
They’ll hallow your name
They’ll hallow your name for your sacrifice.

You are the cause, I am the effect
Created in hatred, a noose for your neck.

The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope.
They’ll hallow your name.
For your sacrifice.
They’ll hallow your name.
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
They’ll hallow your name

8. Break You
Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor
Whipping the nightmares to a froth
Endless questions with no answers
No replacement for what’s been lost.
Lost.
Everything suffocates in the dust of the past fortunes squandered
The empire of lies to whom you pandered
Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter fruits of denial
In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow.
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
Eternal winter.
Tell me a lie with the best of intentions
Mute in the age of mass communication
Dark days lead to darker nights
Frozen, out of time.
It dies for blessed ego, the once mighty laid low.
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation
You taught hate, I’ll teach you fear
Open the eyes, kill despair
You cannot squeeze the life from me
Son of a bitch, I’m going to rape you.
Son of a bitch, I’m going to break you.

9. What I’ve Become
Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can’t remember when
There were once honest reasons.
It’s all a lie, it died 100,000 miles ago.
Pretending I’m still here.
Justify what I’ve become, sanctify what I’ve become.
Amazing disgrace… (how) sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
Better lost if this is found, best blinded never to see.
The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be.
Pretending I’m still here.
It’s a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.
Suffered consequence
It’s been so long since any piece of this made any kind of sense.
You anoint the king, I’ll burn everything down to ashes.
You giveth, I taketh away.
It’s a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.

10. Ashes Of The Wake
“We killed a lot of innocent civilians.
To us every civilian in Baghdad was a terrorist.
These Fedayeen are now in civilian clothes that makes everybody free game,
But if they came in 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 Corp.”

[Quoted as a Marine in Song]

11. Remorse Is For The Dead
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there’s nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectancy.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place until nothing is left and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it’s a rule.
Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don’t hate you, I’m just removing an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead.

12. Another Nail For Your Coffin
[Japanese Bonus Track]

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.
Certain blood has been shed for uncertain reasons.
You will never quiet this storm,
A cold wind 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.

album: “Sacrament” (2006)

1. Walk With Me In Hell
Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this nightmare.
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten (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 eye.

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

Walk with me in hell [x5]

Take hold of my hand,
For you are no longer alone.
Walk with me in hell [x3]
You’re never alone [x5]
Walk with me in hell.

2. Again We 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 schtick.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.

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.
Rise, again we will rise.

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.

(This ain’t yours, fuck you, don’t try) [5x]

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 stare across the south,
A fully belly and a lying mouth.
Mamma’s boy plays heretic.
The real thing would kill you quick.

Rise, again we will rise.
Rise, again we will rise.

[x2]
Fuck you, don’t even try.
Fuck you, your time is nigh.
Fuck you, I’ve had enough.
Fuck you, your time is up.

3. Redneck
So goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill on the page.
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous,
The laughing stock of your own fucking sage.

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 pied preacher for the pin-eyed congregation,
It must be easy to lose.

But I ain’t one of those 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 anymore true,
So close your eyes once more and once more believe
That they all still believe in you.
Just one time.

This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
Just one time

This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me
Just one time
You try me
Just one time
You try me
You try me

4. Pathetic
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 mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes 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. [x2]

[x2]
Sleep-walking the mind field.
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.

5. Foot To The Throat
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 restrained.
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 those 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 restrained.
Virtue’s foot to the throat, free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.
The victims now betray.

[x2]
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. [x3]

6. Descending
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 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.
Descending,
To never recover the pieces to all that we’ve lost.
Recover the pieces lost.
The pieces to all we’ve lost.

This God that I worship
This demon I blame
Conspire as one, exactly the same
It’s exactly the same
It’s exactly the same
It’s exactly the same

7. Blacken The Cursed Sun
Seize the darkened day, there’s only Hell to pay.
And no 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 anyways,
There’s somethings 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. [x2]

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

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!

8. Forgotten (Lost Angels)
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 profit 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.
Compassion 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.
Mulholland’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 disgraces

Burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it
Burn it down

9. Requiem
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.

[x2]
Sink, suffer, self destruct.
Rise, stronger, reconstruct.

Dispose, discard, deny.
And I will feel no pain.

10. More Time To Kill
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,

Suffer unto me
Indulge my every need.

I’m not offering you my way
I’m kicking you down the fucking highway.

[x2]
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.

Fuck Your World Up (Goddamn!)

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’ve been wishing in one hand and shitting in the other
You see which one filled up first
Your number’s come up
And it sure as hell ain’t a lucky one son

[x2]
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) [2x]

11. 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 dues.
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 blood stain on the ceiling,
But you’re the only duck in the shooting gallery.
Trying to look out through 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 request,
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 ladies 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 request,
She’s all yours now, so deal with it.

Broken. [x7]

album: “Wrath” (2009)

1. The Passing
[Instrumental]

2. In Your Words
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

3. Set To Fail
You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself
You think you can find who you are in someone else
Criticize to better your relative positioning
You’ve got a long way to go

So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it’s so
You’re so set to fail

Somewhere you’ve finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray

A nameless heir apparent, paranoid despair
You take great measure to appear like you don’t care
Precision and persuasion must precede the proper lie
You’ve lost it before you began

So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it’s so
you’re so set to fail

Somewhere you’ve finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray

4. Contractor
Chopping lines in international sand
Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man
Quench 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 has got to die
Trick or treat, it’s IEDs
So roll the dice as we leave
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
big business is booming 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 in a green zone,
someone has 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
Someone will bleed

Someone has got to die

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 you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream
they all die

5. Fake Messiah
Everything you’ve ever begged me to be
Could never have meant any less to me
Everything you’ve ever asked me to say
It’s so far away from the truth

Fake messiah
Stitches sown in your eyes
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied

Over and over and ever again
Defending your insignificance
Useless intent hidden behind your mask
A coward’s voice… Anonymous
So far away from the truth

Fake messiah
Stitches sown in your eyes
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied
Fake messiah
Open mouth, drawing flies
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied

Generation failure
Suspended in irrelevance
Slit you wide open
Just to see what you’re made of
So far away from the truth…

Fake messiah
Stitches sown in your eyes
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied
Fake messiah
Open mouth, drawing flies
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied

6. Grace
Broken, Bones and the will
Capacity to disappear in misery saves
Soaking, pain as a thrill, hate to instill
Compassion’s a cage

Forgiving the father
Read the story on my skin
I’ll be the martyr
Falling from his grace again

Sunken, sooner or later
We crawl our way back into our favorite hole
Drunken, swallow the savior
And follow him to hang from the highest pole

Forgiving the father
Read the story on my skin
Tell me more about the man I should have been
I’ll be the martyr
Falling from his grace again
This is where the end begins

7. Broken Hands
I can feel your fear and weakness
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
Carved into a corner hopeless
There’s death ahead and doom behind
There’s a bad storm blowing in
And most of us won’t make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it

The memories cripple you
You’re torn apart, your doubt must

Die
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

Well there’s those that do
And those that just do talking
We’re all going through hell
It’s burn or keep on walking
The blackguards sing their shanty
Pure death riding the wind
Right now it’s do or die
Now will you choose to live

The memories that ruin you
You’re torn apart your doubt must

Die
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

You best delay self-pity
Locked in devastation’s throes
The noose waits you swinging
A blade of malice cuts the rope

Hostility ensues, no attempt to repent
your struggles vindicate the illest of intent

Die
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ’cause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

8. Dead Seeds
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

9. Everything To Nothing
Then you wake…
Another body bag, pathetic,
Picture frame obituary faded in the attic
A shadow of someone you used to be
You’ve seen so many in these flames
And swore that you’d never become the cliche
A long forgotten memory
And when you wake…

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

another day, a little dirt for the grave
Is it worth everything that you gave
What a beautiful way to waste away
Consumed by dependency
A lesson in despondency
A long forgotten memory
And when you wake…

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

And when you wake…
How quickly the master
Turns into the slave
Slowly succumbing more
Every dying day

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

10. Choke Sermon
Sermon sung me slow to sleep
Faster if I had a choice
With every breath another death
Still so in love with your own voice
Idle threats to hide regrets
Excuses serve to bide the time
Cover tracks, double back
We summon silence so divine

Greeted with a thundering
absence of applause

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

Jesus complex, gag reflex
Trigger happy redundancy
No thrill, no chase, no saving grace
Hypnotic in monotony

Loaded with a salt rock shot
You say you’re everything you’re not
What might have been is all you’ve got
From here and now you’re dead to me

Greeted with a thunderous
absence of applause

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

Nothing will ever erase
Or undo your disgrace
A lonely self-embrace
They’ve long forgotten you
Still cling to what it was
A lost and hopeless cause
Forever mourning your loss
They’ve long forgotten you

Murdered slowly in minute
increments of time
Pissing up a rope
Another moment passes by

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

11. Reclamation
Humanity’s a failed experiment
Walking the path to extinction
Spinning it’s wheels endlessly
Grease them with oil and uranium
The earth will shake
and the waters will rise
The elements reclaim what was taken

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what it’s sewn and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith
Mankind is a festering parasite
Relentlessly draining it’s host dry
Nailing belief to a cross of genocide
The elements reclaim what was taken

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what it’s sewn and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

Only after the last tree’s cut
And the last river poisoned
Only after the last fish is caught
Will you find that money cannot be eaten

And everything becomes irrelevant
As the sky tears open
Fire rains down,
the fourth world comes to an end
Push the button light the match
feel the fault lines detach
Crosshairs in the evening light
I sit and watch the city burn tonight

The city burns tonight

12. We Die Alone
[Digipack bonus]

[Verse 1]
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.

[Pre-chorus:]
Look at the light based on faith that deserts you.
You are the hunted, the victim, the prey and the fallen.

[Chorus:]
We die alone.

[Verse 2]
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 drain to the floor.
The floor.

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]

13. Shoulder Of Your God
[Digipack bonus]

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

Immaculate contraception
The massive beating, opiate
Apocalyptic conception,
Planted, its seething reprobates

Unremitting desolation
There is no reprieve
The end goes

The angel’s eyes are gouged with tragedy
The end goes
The fallen host endure mortality
The end goes

A black pasteur,
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

No answer will be found to the endless Why
The end goes
Deeds done in darkness will always come to light
The end goes.

A black pasteur,
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 nephlim 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

14. Condemn The Hive
[Japanese bonus track]

Soon come a burning,
Soon come a reaving,
Spare the rod, spoil the child,
Reserve the righteous beating.

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

No one owes you a god damn thing.

Bloated with pride, you’re privileged once,
You’re walking the line, you’re life’s fucking done.
Bloated with pride, you privileged ones
Condemn the hive.

The well’s run dry,
Narcissist fills it with tears of blood.
More than you know
choking laughter, deep in the cut.

No one cares what the fuck you think.

Bloated with pride, you’re privileged once,
You’re walking the line, your life’s fucking done
Bloated with pride, you’re privileged once,
Condemn the hive.

Say goodbye, worthless beginners,
Severed all reason, in a fractured mirror,
Solid stares, uneven high expectations,
A generations 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, you’re privileged once,
You’re walking the line, your life’s fucking done
Bloated with pride, you’re privileged once,
You’re privileged once.



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