LAMB OF GODBloodletting Lyrics
Archaic methods transfer
through well in the face of mass denial.
Bitterness fuels the mode
for the escape of mediocrity.
Stepping the grate, shattered nerves
ground down to a glass edge
carrying me away.
Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire.
A suicide mission destined to fail,
a moving ladder to climb taking me away.
I wouldn't have it any other way
Songwriter(s): Mark Morton, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Chris Adler, Abe Spear
Copyright: Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Subtle Arts Of Publishing
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