Artist: Lamb Of God
Album: New American Gospel
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'...
Writer(s): Chris Adler, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton
Copyright: Subtle Arts Of Publishing, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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|4||The Black Dahlia|
|6||The Subtle Arts Of Murder And Persuasion|
|8||In the Absence of the Sacred|
|9||Letter to the Unborn|
|10||Terror and Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard|
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|Lamb Of God - New American Gospel Album Lyrics|
|4.||The Black Dahlia|
|6.||The Subtle Arts Of Murder And Persuasion|
|8.||In the Absence of the Sacred|
|9.||Letter to the Unborn|
|10.||Terror and Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard|
|1||Terror and Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard|
|2||Letter to the Unborn|
|3||In the Absence of the Sacred|
|4||Bury Me Under The Sun|
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