歌手:Lamb of God
专辑:《New American Gospel》

作曲 : Lamb of God
O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.
Hate
Falling three feet to the ground
Face down on the cold floor
of a well-oiled SF pigsty
I met my one true love
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot
Another victim of the lower hate

You are not my god
You are not my god

You think this is funny, don't you pig?
Beneath our state sanctioned soles
But what is he laughing at?

There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back
Ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels
Falling down like the rain outside

Oh yeah *****, I'm gonna remember
And when I crawl out of this hole

I'm going to make you all mine
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