Lamb Of God : Burn The Priest - Agents Of Satan
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BURN THE PRIEST
1. SUFFERING BASTARD
Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks fall, predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther, all of this into 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. I don't know what the fuck have I become? Hand reaching out, desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity, replacing with shame. Transgressions mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. Visit dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags
2. PREACHING TO THE CONVERTED
{I'm gonna spit on you, I'm gonna curse the day you were born, and I'm sure while I'm standing there I'm gonna have to have other bodily functions lettin' go upon your grave.}
The public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into the world of today. Decry relativity. What? Damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan horse full of zyklon, while Judas's coffers overflow. New world (dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air, pouring whiskey into crescent moon laceration. Time to bite the hand that beats, teach our children well - teach them to kill. Global jyhad for a thousand years. Sanctified, our blood spills. Sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken glove, ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. A silken glove, ripping away autonomy. Realize that our wounds will never heal while Judas's coffers overflow...
AGENTS OF SATAN
3. BLACK SCABS
Ulcers, scabs, zits, hair, chancres... Rather I looked fucked than look like you.
4. RAPE YOUR ASS WITH DRUGS
Junk... Raping your ass, wishing crack was trendy, then more of you would be dead. Ram drugs up your cornhole.
5. SNOWMEN
Asbestos workers covered by dust, getting paid was all you could trust, union slave bastards, you bust your ass for fascists, fuck your wages or are they cages, cages, asbestos workers covered by dust, getting paid was all you could trust... union slave bastards.
6. RED IMPULSE
Battered by media day after day bullshit surrounds our exhausted souls, pacify all they've shitted upon us, engorged with vio-lence, father of gone, not to fuck with. Job will be done, fire storm swift, mechanisms go clickity-clack, avoid the red impulse.
7. GOAT-CORE
Spurting of pus, from ripe pores, tension mounts, chaffed open sores, sodomy, preferred rectal entry. Jehova's inverted mob, attempts to possess me, masturbate on the book of shit, bubbling milky seman, can't bring myself to lick, lordz of perversion.
8. PUSHER
Shrink, think, your role, social linx, method of the push this will help you cope, sounds familiar? Legal dope "mentally unstable?"... Middle man pusher... Who profits and why?
1. SUFFERING BASTARD
Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks fall, predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther, all of this into 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. I don't know what the fuck have I become? Hand reaching out, desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity, replacing with shame. Transgressions mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. Visit dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags
2. PREACHING TO THE CONVERTED
{I'm gonna spit on you, I'm gonna curse the day you were born, and I'm sure while I'm standing there I'm gonna have to have other bodily functions lettin' go upon your grave.}
The public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into the world of today. Decry relativity. What? Damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan horse full of zyklon, while Judas's coffers overflow. New world (dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air, pouring whiskey into crescent moon laceration. Time to bite the hand that beats, teach our children well - teach them to kill. Global jyhad for a thousand years. Sanctified, our blood spills. Sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken glove, ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. A silken glove, ripping away autonomy. Realize that our wounds will never heal while Judas's coffers overflow...
AGENTS OF SATAN
3. BLACK SCABS
Ulcers, scabs, zits, hair, chancres... Rather I looked fucked than look like you.
4. RAPE YOUR ASS WITH DRUGS
Junk... Raping your ass, wishing crack was trendy, then more of you would be dead. Ram drugs up your cornhole.
5. SNOWMEN
Asbestos workers covered by dust, getting paid was all you could trust, union slave bastards, you bust your ass for fascists, fuck your wages or are they cages, cages, asbestos workers covered by dust, getting paid was all you could trust... union slave bastards.
6. RED IMPULSE
Battered by media day after day bullshit surrounds our exhausted souls, pacify all they've shitted upon us, engorged with vio-lence, father of gone, not to fuck with. Job will be done, fire storm swift, mechanisms go clickity-clack, avoid the red impulse.
7. GOAT-CORE
Spurting of pus, from ripe pores, tension mounts, chaffed open sores, sodomy, preferred rectal entry. Jehova's inverted mob, attempts to possess me, masturbate on the book of shit, bubbling milky seman, can't bring myself to lick, lordz of perversion.
8. PUSHER
Shrink, think, your role, social linx, method of the push this will help you cope, sounds familiar? Legal dope "mentally unstable?"... Middle man pusher... Who profits and why?
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