Blood Junkie by Lamb Of God
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk
Conniving opportunist
Lease the blade the gun, the bomb in the name of justice
A violent panacea for what ails the nation
In advancement for the pig
You'll not wrest the truth from my hands
Eyes never closed clarity
Clamped down in a grip so tight
On ordinary horror
Peering through a curtain of blood
Retribution or vengeance it matters
Not which as long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone
His father has built
Ashes to ashes to the dust
Eaten spiced with ambivalence
The nation swallows it all whole
Weakened by their collective neck in the noose
Commerce brings war
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