The Number Six

Album cover art for "The Number Six" by Lamb of God

Lamb of God - Rock, USA

The Number Six

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[Verse 1] Sloth is the enemy of greatness Reflection, a scalpel to my mind We strive as you leisurely criticize A free ride, 'til you find that you've dug your own grave (Lie by lie) [Chorus] Just a running mouth Poison words you throw about Drag you to your end The number six, Leviathan [Post-Chorus] You've dug your own grave (With your spite) You've dug your own grave (Lie by lie) [Verse 2] 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 (With your spite) [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] A relentless imposition By a self-fulfilling travesty From one who's 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 Your throat Erratic condescending [Pre-Chorus] You've dug your own grave (With your spite) You've dug your own grave (Lie by lie) [Chorus] 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 [Outro] You've dug your own grave You've dug your own grave The number six, Leviathan You've dug your own grave A running mouth You've dug your own grave And poison words You've dug your own grave Will be your end The number six, Leviathan

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Credits

Writers
  • Mark Morton
  • Willie Adler
  • Randy Blythe