Wrath

CD - 2009 Sony / BMG Music

Wrath is Lamb of GOd's 5th studio album. In stores now.

Track List:

The Passing
In Your Words
Set To Fail
Contractor
Fake Messiah
Grace
Broken Hands
Dead Seeds
Everything To Nothing
Choke Sermon
Reclamation

The Passing

Instrumental

In Your Words

A sacred cash cow with sickly tits
Dripping temptation for hypocrites
To death she's beaten
The prosperous endlessly stating the obvious

Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face
Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

Indict the blameless
Transparent designs
Pathetic and shameless
Crucified
A legend in his own mind, enthroned by lies
A cheap Machiavelli plots his demise

Caught in your words, sever the knot this time
Somebody show me their true face
Face me once as I leave all that I despise
Face me as I unleash this hate refined
Face me as I leave all this far behind
Face me as I unleash this hate refined

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
Blinded, gagged, betrayed

What once gave life
Now infested with plague
The lamb lies with maggots
The corpse bloated with rage

Set to Fail

You want to blame me for the way you hate yourself
You think you can find who you are in someone else
Criticize to better your relative positioning
You've got a long way to go

So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it's so
You're so set to fail

Somewhere you finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray

A nameless heir apparent, paranoid despair
You take great measure to appear like you don't care
Precision and persuasion must precede the proper lie
You lost it before you began

So go and weave your tale of woe
Convincing yourself it's so
You're so set to fail

Somewhere you finally lost your way
Only yourself left to betray

Contractor

Chopping lines in international sand,
feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man
Quench his thirst with black water rising,
executive outcomes on a burning horizon
Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
We're rolling Route Irish, someone has got to die
Trick or treat, it's IEDs,
So roll the dice as we leave,
cuz it's eight miles of pure luck
with more bang for Sam's buck
Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies,
big business is booming like it's the Fourth of July
No need for all the formalities,
jump the kangaroo courts
and plant the lynching trees
Yeah motherfucker, let's take a ride
Running red lights in a green zone,
someone has got to die
Hidden aegis, nothing here to see,
So load the dice for me please
and let's snort the bottom line
crude cashed into refined
Guaran-fucking-teed, just sign the deed
Someone will bleed

Someone has got to die

Ours is not to reason why,
ours is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets, fuck the mujahideen
Paint their picket fences red with the American dream
Lay the hammer down, get the job done right
Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight
Covert reactions and you never saw me
A glass parking lot in the American dream,
they all die

Fake Messiah

Everything you've ever begged me to be
Could never have meant any less to me
Everything you've ever asked me to say
It's so far away from the truth

Fake messiah
Stitches sewn in your eyes
Fake Messiah
Prophecy now denied

Over and over and ever again
Defending your insignificance
Useless intent hidden behind your mask
A coward's voiceÖ Anonymous
So far away from the truth

Fake messiah
Stitches sewn in your eyes
Fake Messiah
Prophecy now denied
Fake Messiah
Open mouth, drawing flies
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied

Generation failure
Suspended in irrelevance
Slit you wide open
Just to see what you're made of
So far away from the truthÖ

Fake messiah
Stitches sewn in your eyes
Fake Messiah
Prophecy now denied
Fake Messiah
Open mouth, drawing flies
Fake messiah
Prophecy now denied

Grace

Broken, Bones and the will
Capacity to disappear in misery saves
Soaking, Pain as a thrill, Hate to instill
Compassionís a cage

Forgiving the father
Read the story on my skin
Iíll be the martyr
Falling from his grace again

Sunken, sooner or later
We crawl our way back into our favorite hole
Drunken, swallow the savior
And follow him to hang from the highest pole

Forgiving the father
Read the story on my skin
Tell me more about the man I should have been
Iíll be the martyr
Falling from his grace again

This is where the end begins

Broken Hands

I can feel your fear and weakness
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
Carved into a corner hopeless
Thereís death ahead and doom behind
Thereís a bad storm blowing in
And most of us wonít make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it

The memories cripple you
Youíre torn apart, your doubt must

Die
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

Well thereís those that do
And those that just do talking
Weíre all going through hell
Itís burn or keep on walking
The blackguards sing their shanty
Pure death riding the wind
Right now itís do or die
How will you choose to live

The memories that ruin you
Youíre torn apart your doubt must

Die
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

You best belay self-pity
Locked in devastationís throes
The noose awaits you swinging
A blade of malice cuts the rope

Hostility ensues, no attempt to repent
Your struggles vindicate the illest of intent

Die
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands
It only fell apart ícause you let it
Bled of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

Dead Seeds

And you may tremble before hellís gates
You may watch as the heavens fall
And you may slight the hands of fate
You may heed the sirenís call

And you may reach every golden shore
Witness repent in the heathen
And you may dance in the sands of the war
You may sleep in the cradle of Eden

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
Weíll prey on the weak

And you may walk through the river run dry
You may strike down the giant with stone
And you may never again speak a lie
Confess every sin and atone

And you may drink from the infidelís blood
As their civilization collapses
You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood
And stare into the face of apocalypse

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
Weíll prey on the weak

You will not comprehend
Or find words that will describe
The will of God and man
Until you watch someone die

Betrayed your prophets
Dead seeds buried deep
An army of none
Weíll prey on the weak

Everything to Nothing

Then you wakeÖ
Another body bag, pathetic,
Picture frame obituary faded in the attic
A shadow of someone you used to be
Youíve seen so many in these flames
And swore that youíd never become the clichÈ
A long forgotten memory
And when you wakeÖ

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

Another day, a little dirt for the grave
Is it worth everything that you gave
What a beautiful way to waste away
Consumed by dependency
A lesson in despondency
A long forgotten memory
And when you wakeÖ

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned, forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

And then you wakeÖ
How quickly the master
Turns into the slave
Slowly succumbing more
Every dying day

Everything you ever wanted
Everything you never had
Everything learned forgotten and dead
Everything turns to nothing

Choke Sermon

Sermon sung me slow to sleep
Faster if I had a choice
With every breath another death
Still so in love with your own voice
Idle threats to hide regrets
Excuses serve to bide the time
Cover tracks, double back
We summon silence so divine

Greeted with a thundering
absence of applause

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

Jesus complex, gag reflex
Trigger happy redundancy
No thrill, no chase, no saving grace
Hypnotic in monotony

Loaded with a salt rock shot
You say youíre everything youíre not
What might have been is all youíve got
From here and now youíre dead to me

Greeted with a thunderous
absence of applause

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

Nothing will ever erase
Or undo your disgrace
A lonely self-embrace
Theyíve long forgotten you
Still cling to what it was
A lost and hopeless cause
Forever mourning your loss
Theyíve long forgotten you

Murdered slowly in minute
increments of time
Pissing up a rope
Another moment passes by

Choke on your own words
Lies are venom in your veins
Burn from the inside
And never speak my name

Reclamation

Humanityís a failed experiment
Walking the path to extinction
Spinning its wheels endlessly
Grease them with oil and uranium
The earth will shake
and the waters will rise
The elements reclaim what was taken

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what itís sown and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith
Mankind is a festering parasite
Relentlessly draining its host dry
Nailing belief to a cross of genocide
The elements reclaim what was taken

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what itís sown and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

Only after the last treeís cut
And the last river poisoned
Only after the last fish is caught
Will you find that money cannot be eaten

And everything becomes irrelevant
as the sky tears open
Fire rains down,
the fourth world comes to an end
Push the button light the match,
feel the fault lines detach
Crosshairs in the evening light
I sit and watch the city burn tonight

The city burns tonight