Blood Junkie - Lamb Of God

A shallow little jackal of a man, posing as a hawk

Conniving opportunist

Lease the blade, the gun and the bomb in the name of justice

A violent panacea for what ails the nation

In advancement for the pig

You’ll not wrest the truth from my hands

Eyes never closed — clarity

Clamped down in a grip so tight

On ordinary horror

Peering through a curtain of blood

Retribution or vengeance — it matters not which

As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built

Ashes to ashes to the dust

Eaten spiced with ambivalence

The nation swallows it all whole

Weakened by their collective neck in the noose

Commerce brings war

Jihad has come to both sides

Eye for an eye fire for fire

Raining death as the towers crumble

This will never end

Left without a choice

By the fiscal elite

War is set in motion by higher powers

A pissing contest for the unknown

Left bankrupt we all die inside

As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death

Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster

Spoon fed shit doesn’t even turn their stomachs

Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse

Someone needs to tip the nest

The pig ascends

As I sink deeper

Seething, waiting for my death

The pig ascends

As I sink deeper

Seething, misanthropic

Waiting for my death