Lamb Of God - Bloodletting lyrics

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness Fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered Nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite Game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to Climb taking me away. I wouldn't have it any other way.

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