Lamb Of God Lyrics

8. Suffering Bastard

Performed as Burn The Priest

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium 
exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to 
ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the fuck have I become? 
Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into 
overdrive. Realizing it's murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out 
desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity replacing with 
shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger 
inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. 
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this 
burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags:

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