Lame lyrics

Whine, whine, whine

How can you afford to throw me those looks

When you haven't pulled the bloody wool

From over your eyes yet?

How can you say those things to me

When you haven't pulled the boot of the past

Out of your mouth?

Tepid morals personality set

For easy calibration knowledge of importance paramount

Marooned a suicidal caste deal

With isolation grease the wheels chameleon

Sliding through social strata and yet you still whine

Your conviction is merely iconographic

I'm so sick of hearing you whine, shut up

• Artist:Lamb of God
• Album:Burn the Priest