Tracks

01. Walk With me In Hell
02. Again we Rise
03. Redneck
04. Pathetic
05. Foot To The Throat
06. Descending
07. Blacken The Cursed Sun
08. Forgotten (Lost Angels)
09. Requiem
10. More Time To Kill
11. Beating On Death's Door



01. Walk With me In Hell

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.


02. Again we Rise

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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

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

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 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

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

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


03. Redneck

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.
This is a motherfucking invitation.
You try me.


04. Pathetic

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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 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.
Sleep-walking the mine field,
Shit talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.

Pathetic.
Wasted.
Soulless.
Compromised.


05. Foot To The Throat

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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 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 restrained.
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.


06. Descending

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.


07. Blacken The Cursed Sun

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.


08. Forgotten (Lost Angels)

Music & lyrics by Lamb Of God
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 no,
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.
Mulhollands'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


09. Requiem

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.


10. More Time To Kill

Music & lyrics by Lamb of God
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.


11. Beating On Death's Door

Music by Lamb Of God
Lyrics by Lamb of God
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 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 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.