Lamb of God Foot To The Throat

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Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine.
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time.
Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine.
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has its shine.

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue' s foot to the throat, free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.

And in this Commonwealth,
There 's merely a common concern for self.
We those lies to be self-evident,
As the dividends will reflect.
And in this Commonwealth,
There 's merely a common concern for self.
The coffers have long run dry.

Never held down, never restrained.
Virtue' s foot to the throat, free of broken chains.
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray.
The victims now betray.

[x2]
Lik e a bull in a china shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared.
A thief in an empty vault,
The sheep already sheared.

A screen door on a submarine,
An eagle with a broken wing,
Hope in a dead man's dream,
The sound of a bell that will never ring.

You're just wasting time. [x3]