Lamb Of God - New American Gospel (2000) by Lamb Of God (보컬) on maniadb.com

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails
by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude
that I should descend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility,
what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme prejudice.

I'm a monster so don't walk my way.
Don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives.
I'll drag you down & suck you dry.
Don't laugh at my jokes
the punchline is murder.
Don't enjoy my touch,
every caress hides a chokehold.
I'm only happy
when I've ruined everything I see.
Believe everything you've ever heard
about me- suck it up.
If you see me coming don't stop,
just turn & walk the other way.
I will not lie about what I have done,
I will not lie about what I will do to you,
the sweat of
my exertion is pure poison, I'm hell...

Violence a natural reaction in a society
whose advances are limited to its new technology;
different only
in the current mode of destructive intent.
Date has replaced real life in this world,
no hope for the stop of "progress."
Inevitable bio-link implant will
replace the feel of human touch.
All memory surrogates downloaded
bought & sold, no true sense
of self. Impending sensory death looming near.
A number, this is what you've become.
Life digitized itemized commodified.
Ha, ha, ha, this is what you work for...

All the fucked up things trap & punish me
I cannot explain my problem.
Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.
You owe me.
Testi Canzoni
Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors.
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma peering
out of spherical night mask.
Paleolithic subconscious icons lumber
through dreamscape archetype of archangel.
Topside its far worse
infants painted gauze peer through murky jars
soon I'm wearing the skin
of the morning star.
Green locks my name fills an empty banner.
Frank, what have you gotten me into now?
I am not afraid to speak my heart & mind it cannot be
saved sell me over. Fuck your hopeless
world, I am blacker than the sun.
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes?
Bleeds through the sleep onto the page. I'm sailin'...

The dark crow man sits and stares
into the oblivion into cold into nothingness
it's snowing in
his mind.
He's created himself in his own image.
Lust held for him means naught,
a knock on the door
brings no smile to his cruel lips
the welcome in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him.
Alone on his haunches the hair
raises on the back of his neck.
His dead eyes pierce the night.
As his gaze falls down on the city
it fills him the method ascertained, conviction.
He knows what to do and moves to commit the deed.

The sore on the edge of your mouth
it mirror the ones
on your arm of black tar
you've known the ripping.
And I've seen you pissing
your condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live
in the dirt you want to know nothing
but dirt you know you can't beat weakness.
Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking
an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I won't say your name
but I will say this- FUCK OFF AND DIE
(sooner the better).
You've shot out your eyes
but I'm seeing that you
cannot feel anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away,
lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother?
I want to punch in your sunken face
and see your dusty blood smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern
on the concrete. Moribund.

Intrinsic rot. Traces of future.
Your past will rise haunting you again.
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold.
Cased in forests of black steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream.
Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down. You know not
what you are looking for
but it will find you anyway.
I've confessed this disease to you.
Handed you a key to control.
Fuel for your malicious intent.
Punish me for my failure.
Dissect my faith. Twisting my trust.
Never, no more, I'm alone

Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.
Face down on the cold floor
of a well-oiled SF pigsty
I met my one true love. Testi Canzoni
Feel youth crushed somewhere
between concrete & boot,
another victim of the lower hate.
You are not my god.
You think this is funny don't you pig?
How the helpless freak squirms beneath our
state sanctioned soles,
but what is he laughing at?
There was nothing padded
about a wagon full of mace.
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back
ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks & heels
falling down like the rain outside.
Oh yeah bitch,
I'm gonna remember your
face your name your number
and when I crawl out of this hole
I'm going to make you all mine.
Auschwitz Kent
State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco.

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails
by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude
that I should descend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility,
what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme prejudice.