Foot To The Throat Lyrics - Sacrament - Lamb Of God

Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine 

The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time 

Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine 

No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has it's shine 

Never held down, never restrainted 

Virtue's foot to the throat 

Free of broken chains 

Thus always to tyrants 

Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray 

And in this Commonwealth 

There's merely a common concern for self 

We hold these lies to be self-evident 

As the dividends will reflect 

And in this Commonwealth 

There's merely a common concern for self 

The coffers have long run dry 

Never held down, never restrained 

Virtue's foot to the throat 

Free of broken chains 

Thus always to tyrants 

Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray 

Like a bull in a China shop 

But the shelves have all been cleared 

A thief in an empty vault 

The sheep already sheared 

A screen door on a submarine 

An eagle with a broken wing 

Hope in a dead man's dream 

The sound of a bell 

That will never ring 

You're just wasting time