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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Morton
Electric Guitar
John Campbell
Electric Bass Guitar
Chris Adler
Drums
Randy Blythe
Vocals
Willie Adler
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Morton
Songwriter
John Campbell
Songwriter
Chris Adler
Songwriter
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
Willie Adler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lamb of God
Producer
Machine
Producer
John Agnello
Engineer
Ted Young
Assistant Engineer
Alan Weatherhead
Assistant Engineer
Casey Martin
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Miller
Assistant Engineer
Cam DiNunzio
Assistant Engineer
Dan Korneff
Mixing Engineer
Todd Parker
Recording Engineer
Tony Schloff
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
The dirty lord of the manor
Surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell
Worked a little all too well
Constructed a monument
To denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back
There's nowhere left to regress
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter
Violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together
Never enough to make it work
All the tongues, here are forked
We are a hailstorm of broken glass
Follow the path of least expectance
A huge stinking pile of sick
Pile it, higher and higher
Light the match, start the fire
Level this place until nothings left
And take us with it
Surroundings are irate
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain
Resentment steadily grows
Laughing in the gallows
Full throttle determined to fail
Pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel
We are the lucky ones
Welcome home
Pile it, higher and higher
Light the match, start the fire
Level this place until nothings left
And take us with it
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration
It's a rule
Dying beyond the pale
Your beatings will continue
Until my morale improves
I don't hate you
I'm just removing an enemy
Remorse is for the dead
I'm just removing an enemy
(Enemy, enemy, enemy)
Remorse is for the dead
My enemy (enemy, enemy)
Remorse is for the dead
The dead, the dead, the dead...
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler
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