Resurrection #9 Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past 

Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away 

Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God 

I think not, serpent get thee behind me 

Eradicated your somnambulant enigma 

This field has lain fallow, won't erode 

Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind 

No, I won't soak up your misery 

Won't soak up your weakness 

Won't soak up your banality 

Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done 

Taste the frost, you chose your own death 

You know that you choose well 

I hate myself but not as much as I hate you 

Tear yourself down