LAMB OF GOD LYRICS
EP: "The Duke" (2016)
1. The Duke2. Culling
3. Still Echoes (Live from Rock am Ring)
4. 512 (Live from Bonnaroo)
5. Engage the Fear Machine (Live from Bonnaroo)
1. The Duke
No one lives forever but you can't escape from life
Every day could be your last so consider your demise
Mine has drawn so near
Stare into the eyes of the end
Reaping now without fear
The time that's left to spend
The time that's left to spend
The time that's left to
Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die
This world has grown too small, I can't stay much longer
My body begins to fail as my spirit grows stronger
It's time for me to go
The circle closed as the snake eats its tail
Lay my burden down
Walking free beyond the veil
The time that's left to spend
The time that's left to
Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die
I will never die!
I will never die!
I will never die!
[Solo: Morton]
Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die
I will never die!
Never die!
I will never die!
2. Culling
Bearing westward, hell-bound on Old 66
I'm out for answers, wind up with just bloody kicks
A pocket Jesus to light your path
A techno-messiah, enraptured crash.
I couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respect.
Let me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgrace.
Electro-lemmings line up to storm the cliff
The paying victims create a rapid shift
To empty commerce and wasted words
A celebration of the thinning herd.
I couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respect.
Let me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgrace.
It's a fucking disgrace.
3. Still Echoes (Live from Rock am Ring)
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 marketeer
Restrained but there's no resistence here
Southeast 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
4. 512 (Live from Bonnaroo)
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
5. Engage the Fear Machine (Live from Bonnaroo)
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
John Campbell: bass
Chris Adler: drums
Mark Morton: guitars
Willie Adler: guitars
Randy Blythe: vocals
Thanks to judtobonar for sending track #1 lyrics.
Chris Adler: drums
Mark Morton: guitars
Willie Adler: guitars
Randy Blythe: vocals
Thanks to judtobonar for sending track #1 lyrics.
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