Lamb Of God - Ill Designs lyrics
[Lamb Of God - Ill Designs lyrics]
Now that you can't come back
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction
With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Loss of reality obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality
Watch it all implode and fall away
A tragedy, your sick intentions on display
A strategy and in the end you can't pretend
It's not the spoils of your intent
Malevolence
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
To face your own reflection
Constructing your collapse
Designing your destruction
With ill designs burned in your eyes
Hide in the shadow of your lies, antagonize
Virtue displaced, a pure disgrace
No dignity, a barren waste, still on the take
Who will you be today?
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Loss of reality obsessing over control
And with a crooked mentality
Watch it all implode and fall away
A tragedy, your sick intentions on display
A strategy and in the end you can't pretend
It's not the spoils of your intent
Malevolence
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror
Every back you stabbed, and every disrespect
Turns back on you, cause and effect
Strings you pulled and decks you stacked
A falling house of cards, a pathetic wreck
Reap the rotten fruit's of your labor
A bitter taste of exile and failure
Fatal flaws becoming clearer
Reptile eyes in the mirror