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LAMB OF GOD LYRICS
"Pure American Metal" (2004 EP)
1. Bloodletting
2. The Subtle Arts of Murder And Persuasion
3. 11th Hour
4. Black Label (live)
5. Laid To Rest (pre-production demo)
1. Bloodletting
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.
2. The Subtle Arts of Murder And 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.
3. 11th Hour
The hour of wreckoning draws near
Judgment day is here and gone
Sweetly she draws me into her arms
A liquid embrace to chase the day way.
Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb
Stumbling into solitude.
A clouded judgment day is fueled.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
So sweetly she shucks away at my time
So sweetly she draws me nigh
Closer and closer towards never ending sleep
Spin the bottle
Kiss only the bottle.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement
Eternal engagement
Never consummated.
Take me under your black wings
Mark my words and remember me.
Destroyer of senses.
So take as needed for the pain
Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky.
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again.
The dark mistress of many, beholden to none
My sweet demoness beckons me
Ever again and again and again and again and again.
Take me under your black wings.
Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction.
4. Black Label (live)
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitudethat i should decend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.
5. Laid To Rest (pre-production demo)
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 might as well forget it and bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it. You're better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of this. Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself. I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty I'll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came. Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck. Failure. If there was a single day I could live if there was a single breath I could take I'd trade all the others away.
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