Lamb Of God Lyrics

10. Lame

Performed as Burn The Priest

Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks when you 
haven't pulled the bloody wool from over your eyes yet? How can you say 
those things to me when you haven't pulled the boot of the past out of your 
mouth? Tepid morals personality set for easy calibration knowledge of 
importance paramount. Marooned a suicidal caste deal with isolation grease 
the wheels chameleon. Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine. 
Your conviction is merely iconographic. I'm so sick of hearing you whine 
shut up.

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