Lamb Of God - Buckeye lyrics

Turn on all the lights and punch them out. All four burners going, pile it on

fire. Metal sparks in the nuclear box. Fist through a window pane and our

broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor. Smoke rolling across the

ceiling suck down the bride's champagne and swallow a few more sleepy ones.

Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate. Speak in the name of

suffering as loud as it gets. Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love

fling into a crying eye that runs away. A dead dog in the street nothing

brings a slain king back. You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving

this world of your own volition. So jacked up.