| Song | Blood Junkie |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | As the Palaces Burn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lamb Of God | |
| Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
| Conniving opportunist | |
| Lease the blade the gun 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 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 misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. | |
| The pig ascends | |
| As I sink deeper | |
| Seething misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. |
| zuo qu : Lamb Of God | |
| Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
| Conniving opportunist | |
| Lease the blade the gun 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 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 misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. | |
| The pig ascends | |
| As I sink deeper | |
| Seething misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. |
| zuò qǔ : Lamb Of God | |
| Shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk. | |
| Conniving opportunist | |
| Lease the blade the gun 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 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 misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. | |
| The pig ascends | |
| As I sink deeper | |
| Seething misanthropic | |
| Waiting for my death. |