Lamb of God – Quarantine Session

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“Checkmate”, “New Colossal Hate” and “Laid To Rest” recorded remotely in quarantine.

Mixed by Josh Wilbur
Video edit by Bryce Hall

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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

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