Lamb Of God - Bloodletting lyrics

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of ma** denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a gla** 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.