| Song | Terror & Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | Killadelphia (live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lamb of God | |
| All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
| I cannot explain my problem | |
| Kill my hopeless life | |
| I cannot be hypnotized | |
| You owe me | |
| Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
| Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
| Peering out of spherical night mask | |
| Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
| Lumber through dreamscape | |
| Archetype of archangel | |
| Terror and hubris - infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
| Soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star | |
| Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
| Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
| I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
| It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
| Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
| Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
| Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
| I'm sailin'... |
| zuo qu : Lamb of God | |
| All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
| I cannot explain my problem | |
| Kill my hopeless life | |
| I cannot be hypnotized | |
| You owe me | |
| Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
| Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
| Peering out of spherical night mask | |
| Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
| Lumber through dreamscape | |
| Archetype of archangel | |
| Terror and hubris infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
| Soon I' m wearing the skin of the morning star | |
| Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
| Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
| I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
| It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
| Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
| Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
| Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
| I' m sailin'... |
| zuò qǔ : Lamb of God | |
| All the fucked up things trap and punish me | |
| I cannot explain my problem | |
| Kill my hopeless life | |
| I cannot be hypnotized | |
| You owe me | |
| Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors | |
| Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma | |
| Peering out of spherical night mask | |
| Paleolithic subconcious icons | |
| Lumber through dreamscape | |
| Archetype of archangel | |
| Terror and hubris infants painted gauze peer through murky jars | |
| Soon I' m wearing the skin of the morning star | |
| Green locks my name fills an empty banner | |
| Frank, what have you gotten me into now? | |
| I am not afraid to speak my heart and mind | |
| It cannot be saved, sell me over | |
| Fuck your hopeless world, I am blacker than the sun | |
| Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy, yes? | |
| Bleeds through the sleep onto the page | |
| I' m sailin'... |