Texty:
Lamb Of God New American Gospel

: I want some hatred on through This pain to feel you're fading They say stop be more gentle It seems I walk this hard trail alone Come danger take them

: 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

: Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting you again. Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold. Cased in forests of black steel

of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love. Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete & boot, another victim of the lower hate. You are not my god

: 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

I'm a monster so don't walk my way. Don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives. I'll drag you down & suck you dry. Don't laugh at my jokes- the

I want some hatred on through This pain to feel you're fading They say stop be more gentle It seems I walk this hard trail alone Come danger take them

of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love. Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete & boot, another victim of the lower hate. You are not my god

All the fucked up things trap & punish me I cannot explain my problem. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized. You owe me. <a href="http://www