Lamb Of God - VII: Sturm Und Drang Album Lyrics

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Still Echoes

A thousand heads cut clean across their necks
right down the hall from me.
The reich's relentless blade, thirsty and shining red
still echoes of their screams.

This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse.
Built on a painful truth.

A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.

They meekly did their time
Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles
Forever occupied, folded the crimson star,
The rabbits turned to jackals

This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom, a legacy of collapse.
Built on a painful truth.

A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.

Soviet hangover, eastern bloc.
And dirty money still flows through locks.
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained, but there's no resistence here.

South-east Asia in a Euro cellblock.
Saigon's children conceal what they've got.
The opium trail runs west through here.
They're selling disease to erase all your fears.

A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled.
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father.
They just bowed their heads.
I won't bow my head.

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Erase This

Justify, a means to an ending only just beginning
To legitimize the conflict that's rendering the
Interaction so useless
Futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
So clueless, so simple it should be a crime
And I can't bring myself to save you this time

Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite,
Woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense
for incompetence

For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands

Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
So they sympathize with your condition and your position
It's strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate
Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it
Consider me disengaged and find a better character
For your stage
Only ever more, still keeping the score, is there
Enough for you
Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur, it's
Simply what you do

For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands

Erase this, replace this with something you have hope in
Severe all ties that bind, the circle will be broken

Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite,
Woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense
for incompetence

For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands

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512

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside.

Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiv(er) running through your spine.

The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.

My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.

Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride.

The time is slipping by no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite.

My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.

Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you're ventilated
Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment.

Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time.

My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself, I've become someone else
My hands are painted red.

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Embers

Gather the bones and lay them in the sun in
Patterns that capture the eye
No one could know, display for everyone the holes in our souls we despise
Timber and stones monumental, remnants frozen in time
Carried alone the burden, knowing it was all we could do to survive

Only embers remain
Refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain
Black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain

Scatter the dust, what we once held in our hand
Seems was never at all
Gone in a gust, not ours to understand, an agony perpetual
Holding my breath and close my eyes, for a second
I can see you again
Motionless, like that day we lost who we both
Should have been

Only embers remain
Refusing to fade
There's still light to find our way
Only embers remain
Black turning to gray
There's still light to find our way
Only embers...

I've been staring at her lying still for so long (she's so still)
Waiting for this endless night to color into dawn
(It's never ending)
But it's never lifting, always shifting
No one can breathe
It holds me under, and this drags you down
(It drags you down)
This breaks what was made one into two

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Footprints

A human leech, foul you crawl into my field of vision
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar

Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the f*ck did you think this would end?

A filthy prick, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you assume what you consume
Is other's business to reap and remove

Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not welcome here again
How the f*ck did you think this would end?

This is where it ends

The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Clutching at the latest distraction
Breeding a most savage reaction

Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
(Get. The. F*ck. Out)
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear - you're not wanted here, my friend
How the f*ck did you think this would end?

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Overlord

You never proved me anything but right
Your rue surprises. Consistency, defied
An overwhelming sense of predictability
I don't say we slide into mediocrity

Another day...
Spent buried in the shadow of your doubt
Always the same...
But still you refuse to figure out

You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore

A new time of declaration of distress
Strife, misery, and the pursuit of unhappiness
Endless complaining, no accountability
No reek of privilege and weightless tragedy

Another day...
Spent buried in the shadow of your doubt
Always the same...
But still you refuse to figure out

You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore

Cry over the silken pillow
Clipped wings beneath a crooked halo
A perfect child who never looks at the mirror
Right in your face, but not any clearer

A problem hidden in plain view...
Is staring right back at...
YOU!!!!

All the world's a stage...
But you are the only player
A black hole in the center of the universe
A dark cloud of despair

Caught in an endless rut
A crisis without solution
Someone should stitch your mouth shut...
And solve your f*cking problem

Strife!
Another day in misery
Always the same
Strife!
Another day in misery
Always the same

You will destroy you
Distorted, tore yourself in two
Your will absorbed you
You can't ignore you anymore

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore!!!
Anymore!!!

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Anthropoid

Arrogance mounted on a poison steed
Hangman swings from a rope of conceit
Pale horse runs septic through his veins
For I am the end of all his days

A dead finger pulls the trigger to decide the final hour

We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator

A superior man, I will bleed the butcher dry
In the underground I live, I fight, I die
I will rust the iron heart
I will crush the death head's march

A dead finger pulls the trigger to decide the final hour

We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator

Bleed the butcher dry

Under the cross we're bound to die
I'm ready
Because I am what you are too afraid to be

We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebellion, disciples of the reaper
We are the apex predator

I live
I fight
I die

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Engage The Fear Machine

Here we go again, the world is coming to an end
Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends
That's it, you filthy monkeys,
Keep your eyes on the bright and shiny
Just for you, a brand new-and-improved catastrophe

Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def

Once again, my friends: the world is coming to an end
No empty threat this time, so let the witch hunts begin
The sky is falling, seal the boarders, heighten the anxiety
A steady diet of hysteria shapes history

Pure-bred Pavlov, primetime apocalypse
Hit the panic button and reap the bloody benefits

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def

Stream the latest threat from the limelight economists
Fabricated peril from contagion to communists
Fear delivered to your door by racketeers and strategists
Another advertisement war sold by the media terrorists

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def

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Delusion Pandemic

Allocate your future to the delegates
Relegate your muses to the surrogates
Long green apron stings that end in hooks
Sunk deep, written off, and on the books
Ripped off, a weak derivate culture
Disposable, nothing's built to last
Whipped dogs, a bleak cognitive future
Ineptitude is reaching critical mass

A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes

Collateral damage in the aggregates
Structural analysis of duplicates
Errors of illusion, clouded perspectives
Terrorized delusions and end game objectives
Locked out, a stiff tactical suture
A victim complex now reality
Blocked ground, a swift statistical maneuver
Persecution of the self-made weak

A generation of mockingbirds
You are being herded by the wolves
A generation of mockingbirds
Feeding yourself to the wolves
This is the rise of our demise
F*cked up and uncivilized
This is the rise of our demise
You paint a target right between your eyes

It's imminent, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim
It's all around, the rise of your demise
Sink or swim

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Torches

In the howl of the empty wind
The invisible flame
As the mouth of injustice grins
Fire runs through my veins

The soul of the nation slowly withers
As the spring lays crushed beneath the hammer
My vision sears the crowded square
This routed place
I choose to expire

As the steel in my nerve sets in
I carry the cries
In my end a new world begins
It's not me who dies

You're all on the brink of compromise
Mass concessions in defeated eyes
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
I strike the match
And let it fall

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno I am legion

Some run screaming
Some sit silently
An agonizing gift of charred humanity

My footsteps
They will echo through eternity
A seismic scorching outcry of indignity
I write my blackened name, carved into the wind
I fill your hearts with rage
I leave you ash and legend

Fire runs through my veins

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno I am legion

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Wine & Piss

Greet the day with a hateful heart
Run to finish before I even start
Stalk through paradise with a gun in my hand
Following to pieces in the promised land

I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss

Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.

I'm collapsing beneath joy and pain
Grotesquely clean but beautifully stained
Resentment keeps rebuilding me inside
Feels like I'm drinking poison but expecting you to die.

I've done my part to make the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss

Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.

I came to make amends,
To do the right thing.
I came to corrupt your children,
To kill the king.

I've done my part took away the world like this
A glass that's filled to the rim with wine and piss

Hit or miss, it's a roll of the dice
It's pain or bliss, whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide, it's hit or miss.

Hit or miss, hit or miss
whatever arrives
you can't stop the tide,
whatever arrives
it's hit or miss.

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Nightmare Seeker (the Little Red House)

As I walk through the sodden killing fields
A million souls interred beneath my heals
The darkest sights no, they can't be unseen
Burn the eyes, crush the heart, and scar the psyche.

This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.

Exhume the graves and grind the bones to dust
Salt the earth and satisfy the lust
The archeology of genocide
Reconstructed, cataloged, and canonized.

This grim vocation
These fearsome wages
I am the nightmare seeker
A student of violent teachers
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.

The ghost of zyklon hangs in the air... extermination.
Can you smell the sarin on the wind?
War is coming to take us again.

This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets.
I can never forget.
War is coming to take us again.