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Lamb of God - Omens - Ill Designs
Omens
01. Nevermore
02. Vanishing
03. To the Grave
04. Ditch
05. Omens
06. Gomorrah
07. Ill Designs
08. Grayscale
09. Denial Mechanism
10. September Song
Now that you can't go back
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction
With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Loss of reality
Obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality
Watch it all implode and fall away
A tragedy, your sick intentions on display, a strategy
And in the end you can't pretend
It's not the spoils of your intent, malevolence
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Every back you stabbed and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck
Reap the rotten fruits of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror