Lamb Of God - Blood Of The Scribe

All of this comes crashing down,
Cornerstone's gone
Sleepless
Hopeless.
No end in sight.
Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe.

Rest comes easy, to the guiltless
The vampire laments, as he prays, for the sun.

Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade.

Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Under the stone, laid to waste.
Defile the tomb, rip the page
Striped by the vein, laid to waste.
Frayed at the edge, flat lined.
The anvil cracks the hammer,
Relentlessly comes down.
A new pariah is born
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Under the stone, laid to waste.
Defile the tomb, rip the page
Striped by the vein, laid to waste.

Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet.

Type A negative shuts me down.
Catch phrase will be death of me.
Is this not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?

Climb the walls 'til nails bleed.
Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass.
Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly
No end in sight.