Lamb Of God - Blood Of The Scribe

Blood Of The Scribe

All of this comes crashing down,
Cornerstones gone
Sleepless
Hopeless.
No end in sight.
Ink well has run dry, fi will it with blood of the scribe.
Rest comes easy to the guitless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun.
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tool of the trade.
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Unearth the stone, lay to waste
Defile the tome, rip the page
Stipe mine the vein, lay to waste.
Frayed at the edge, flat lined.
The anvil cracks.
The hammer relentlessly comes down.
A new pariah is born
Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet.
Type A negati have shuts me down.
Catch phrase wi will be the death of me.
Is this not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?
Climb the walls til nails bleed.
Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass.
Head in hands, bell tols endlessly
No end in sight.