Lamb Of God Lyrics

6. Lies Of Autumn

Performed as Burn The Priest

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper, thoughts turn acrid and curl 
like cigarette smoke rising from a butt ground out on my arm. Step into this 
decay and experience dissolution. Crucified on a plank of cruelty, crucified 
on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away. Immobile for the cold 
duration. Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.

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