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Footprints
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Death Metal/Black Metal
Footprints was released on July 24, 2015 by Epic as a part of the album VII: Sturm Und Drang (Deluxe Edition)
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Release DateJuly 24, 2015
LabelEpic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Performer
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Vocals
John Campbell
John Campbell
Bass
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Drums
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitar
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rowe
Nick Rowe
Engineer
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Engineer
Charle's Park
Charle's Park
Assistant Engineer
Nick Zagorin
Nick Zagorin
Assistant Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A human leech, foul you crawl into my field of vision
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar
Are you ready for the night?
[Verse 2]
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the fuck did you think this would end?
[Verse 3]
A filthy prick, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you assume what you consume
Is others' business to reap and remove
Are you ready for the night?
[Verse 4]
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear—you're not welcome here again
How the fuck did you think this would end?
[Verse 5]
This is where it ends
[Verse 6]
The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Clutching at the latest distraction
Breeding a most savage reaction
Are you ready for the night?
[Verse 7]
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
(Get. The. Fuck. Out.)
A violent need to speak the truth
Tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear—you're not wanted here, my friend
How the fuck did you think this would end?
[Verse 8]
How the fuck did you think this would end?
[Verse 9]
How the fuck did you think this would end?
Written by: Christopher James Adler, John Campbell, Randy Blythe, William M. Adler
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