Lamb Of God - Bloodletting lyrics

rate me

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.