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The Number Six - Lamb of God (上帝的羔羊)
Written by：Lamb Of God
Sloth was the enemy of greatness
Reflection a scalpel to my mind
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride until you find that you've dug your own grave
Lie by lie
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave lie by lie
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up and cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave
Dug your own grave
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
A relentless imposition by a self fulfilling travesty
From one who is just rotting there
In slut's wool and zero history
Aesthetic condemning
Erratic condescending
An empty barrel always makes the most noise
And I begin to feel my hands my hands around your throat
You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave lie by lie
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan
You've dug your own grave
You've dug your own grave
The number six
Leviathan
You've dug your own grave
Your running mouth
You've dug your own grave
With poison words
You've dug your own grave
Will be your wrath
The number six
Leviathan
