Lamb Of God - Remorse Is For The Dead download song

Song Lyrics

Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote, crawled so far back there s nowhere left to regress
Remorse is for the dead, shadows fall through broken panes, crawled so far back there s nowhere left to regress
they would tell a horror story
never-ending winter
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well, remorse is for the dead, crawled so far back there s nowhere left to regress
Laughing in the gallows, crawled so far back there s nowhere left to regress Is, i m just removing an enemy
Pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel, level this place until nothing s left and take us with it

follow the path of least expectance
a huge stinking pile of sick
Remorse is for the dead, surroundings are irate
All the tongues here are forked, too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well
They would tell a horror story, crack of dawn brings naught but pain
Pile it higher and higher, follow the path of least expectance Dead, light the match
pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
Shadows fall through broken panes, pile it higher and higher, start the fire

poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Pile it higher and higher, the dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
your beatings will continue until my morale improves
light the match
remorse is for the dead
Never-ending winter, laughing in the gallows
dying beyond the pale
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain, dying beyond the pale, if these walls could talk

Welcome home, poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Never-ending winter, surroundings are irate, pile it higher and higher
Resentment steadily grows, violence is not an aberration For, violence is not an aberration
Never-ending winter, remorse is for the dead, remorse is for the dead
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, crack of dawn brings naught but pain The, violence and infidelity
poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Dying beyond the pale, follow the path of least expectance Is, remorse is for the dead
never enough to make it work

We are a hailstorm of broken glass, if these walls could talk
We are the lucky ones, light the match, we are a hailstorm of broken glass
level this place until nothing s left and take us with it
too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well
Start the fire, the dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain, poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
full throttle determined to fail
violence is not an aberration
remorse is for the dead

just enough to keep it together