Lamb Of God - Bloodletting lyrics

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.