Lamb of God - Quarantine Session

Subscribe: Stream/Download the full album: Lamb of God’s self-titled album out now. “Checkmate“, “New Colossal Hate“ and “Laid To Rest“ recorded remotely in quarantine. Mixed by Josh Wilbur Video edit by Bryce Hall Follow Lamb of God: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Website: Spotify: YouTube: Lyrics: Checkmate: Watch the gears grind off their teeth The screeching halt machine digging heels in disbelief Two reactional identities, opposing policies A bait and switch routine. Double takes and double speak Still scripting the facade Asphyxiate and choke the truth All hail the money God Repeat, echo, refrain It’s all the same, so deafening Repeat, echo, refrain A consequence, we asked for this Repeat, echo, refrain No, never again The American scream. A coup de tat on full display, a liar’s sick charade A traitor’s grand parade Narcissistic masquerades for those without a say Systematic disarray. Divide and conquer and close them in And bury secrets deep Make America hate again And bleed the sheep to sleep. Repeat, echo, refrain It’s all the same, so deafening Repeat, echo, refrain A consequence, we asked for this Repeat, echo, refrain No, never again The American scream. You try to pick the lesser of But evil doesn’t come in twos Bellicose and balkanized A sinking ship of fools So kiss the hangman as you drop The rotting corpse of decency Just another casualty of the American scream. New Colossal Hate: The mother of exiles stands there weeping As her children tear themselves apart Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding Blood runs down her welcoming arms Her feral brood has turned neglectful The chains she broke are rusting closed Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful Spoiled blind to the light that she holds. Lash the tired and kill the poor The huddled masses ram the door. The new colossal hate arises Savage ways, old horizons Hate arises. Like brazen giants with conquering limbs The herd manifesting all that she despised Childish amnesia born of privilege Selfish mob commits matricide Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes Watching her dreams turn into dust The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike Cast them homeless into the tempest. Lash the tired and kill the poor. The coddled masses slam the golden door. The new colossal hate arises Savage ways, old horizons Out of one a warring many A dirty mirror shows the enemy New colossal hate arises. Broken hope. The melting pot is melting down A pool of slag on poisoned ground Choking from the venom’s sting Pull the fangs, let freedom ring. Laid To Rest: If there was a single day I could live ... a single breath I could take I’d trade all the others away. The blood’s on the wall, so you’d might as well just forget it And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it. You’re better off empty and blank, than left with a single pathetic trace of this Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you’re better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you’re better alone Destroy yourself. I’ll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free I’ll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty I’ll make all your dreams come to life, then slay them as quickly as they came Smother another failure, lay this to rest. Console yourself, you’re better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck Absorb yourself, you’re better alone Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck. Failure. If there was a day I could live, if there was a single breath I could