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Texty: Lamb Of God. Wrath. In Your Words.

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A sacred cash cow,
With sickly tits.
Dripping temptation for hypocrites.

Tone deftly beaten.
The prosperous,
Endlessly stating the obvious.

(Chorus)
Caught in your words,
Sever the cord this time.
Somebody\'s told me, this will.
Face me once as I leave all that I despise.
Face me as I unleash this hate refined.

(Verse 2)
Indict the blameless.
Transparent designs.
Pathetic, and shameless,
Crucified.

A legend in his own mind.
Enthroned by lies.
A deep blackened valley floods its demise.

(Chorus)
Caught in your words,
Sever the cord this time.
Somebody\'s told me, this will.
Face me once as I leave all that I despise.
Face me as I unleash this hate refined.

Face me as I leave this all far behind.
Face me as I unleash this hate refined.


One bloodstained life.
Now infested with plague.
A lamb lies with maggots.
Blinded and betrayed.

One bloodstained life.
Now infested with plague.
The lamb lies with maggots,
The cold floated with rage

Face these eyes.
Hate refined.


(Thanks to SicknessCrucified666 for these lyrics)