Blood Of The Scribe - Lamb of God

All of this comes crashing down
Cornerstone's gone
Sleepless
Hopeless
No end in sight

Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe
Rest comes easy to the guiltless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade

Cut to the bone
Rob the grave
Unearth the stone
Lay to waste
Defile the tome
Rip the page
Strip mine the vein
Lay to waste
Frayed at the edge
Flat lined
The anvil cracks The hammer
Relentlessly comes down
A new pariah is born

Cut to the bone
Rob the grave
Unearth the stone
Lay to waste
Defile the tome
Rip the page
Strip mine the vein
Lay to waste

Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bittersweet

Type A negative shuts me down
Catch phrase will be the death of me
Is this not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?

Climb the walls 'til nails bleed
Rip the hair, tear the seams
Break the glass
Head in hands
Bell tolls endlessly
No end in sight