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]
Like 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]
Foot To The Throat Video (MV)
Performed By: Lamb Of God
Written by: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Lamb Of God - Foot To The Throat Lyrics
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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]
Like 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]
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]
Like 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]
Writer: CHRIS ADLER, DAVID RANDALL BLYTHE, JOHN CAMPBELL, MARK MORTON, WILL ADLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC