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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lamb of God
Performer
David Randall Blythe
Vocals
John Campbell
Bass
Chris Adler
Drums
Mark Morton
Guitar
Willie Adler
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher James Adler
Songwriter
William M. Adler
Songwriter
David Randall Blythe
Songwriter
John Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rowe
Engineer
Kyle McAulay
Engineer
Charle's Park
Assistant Engineer
Nick Zagorin
Assistant Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Justify, a means to an ending only just beginning to legitimize
The conflict that's rendering the interaction so useless
Futility defined, watching you wait for the stars to align
So clueless, so simple it should be a crime
And I can't bring myself to save you this time
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite
Woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict
Defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
So they sympathize with your condition and your position
It's strategic how your misfortune became so fortunate
Oh, it must be torture keeping up with it
Consider me disengaged and find a better character for your stage
Only ever more, still keeping the score
Is there enough for you
Keep one thing for sure, stay pure saboteur
It's simply what you do
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Erase this, replace this with something to have hope in
Sever all ties that bind, the circle will be broken
Keep me in your sights, possessed by the spite
Woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict
Defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
Blind in your search, no one to guide your hand
For what it's worth, you crossed a line in the sand
Cut off, locked out, as it fell right through your hands
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler
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