Lamb Of God - Killadelphia [compilation, live] (2005) by Lamb Of God (보컬) on maniadb.com

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 forget it
And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it
You're better off empty and blank
ThEn 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

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 vengance
Payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings
In thrall of those fallen from grace
Petty is as petty does
Witness the mass disgrace

(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 ashes of the wake
It's only getting worse ...

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

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 ride
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.

Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren's song and sign the death warrant.
This what has been wrought for 30 pieces if 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 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 laug hing finger will never point again.
Omerta
Sing for me now

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.

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

Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can't remember when
There were once honest resons
Pretending I'm still here

Justifiy what I've become
Sanctify what I've become

Amazing disgrace ... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wrtch like me
Detter 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

Justifiy what I've become
Sanctify what I've become

Suffered consequence
It's been so long any piece of this made any kind of sense
You anoint the kind, I'll burn everything down to ashes
You givev, I taken away

It's a system now, intertwined
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece
Betrayal

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 solitude
that I should descend 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 prejudice.