Suffering Bastard Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium 

Exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to 

Ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the fuck have I become? 

Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into 

Overdrive. Realizing it's murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out 

Desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity replacing with 

Shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger 

Inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. 

Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this 

Burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags: