Lamb Of God

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a
little all too well
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back theres nowhere
left to regress
If these walls could talk, they would tell
a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough
to make it work
All the tongues here are forked
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the
path of least expectance
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and
higher