| Rotting strains. |
| of still-born life
|
| As it slowly replicates a dead hero
|
| From its shattered memories
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| Fear of change. |
| will be our le-ga-cy… yeah…
|
| Abstain. |
| from all. |
| and needless things
|
| Obtain. |
| a genuine connection
|
| Tearless. |
| eyes shut. |
| but feeling less horror
|
| Shielded. |
| from the human condition
|
| So we. |
| consume
|
| Multiplying ignorance for spawn
|
| Looking less like children
|
| More and more. |
| like. |
| waste!
|
| Fear of change. |
| will be our le-ga-cy
|
| As we slowly die in shame with no. |
| heroes
|
| No one alive to believe in anymore…
|
| ANNNYYYMOOORRE!
|
| Burn out. |
| the lights. |
| plunge helpless deeper
|
| Into. |
| the shadows of a prophecy
|
| Destroy. |
| with fingers. |
| from soulless agendas
|
| We are. |
| the eaters of the dead
|
| Enjoy. |
| pieces. |
| of tyranny
|
| Goes down smooth with oppression
|
| Death to those who oppose a little revolution
|
| This said…
|
| I know the reasons why we should…
|
| I know the changes that we could…
|
| But you won’t change
|
| And they won’t change
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| Nothing this powerful ever changes
|
| Without the innocents' blood shed
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| Without american blood shed
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| Without your children’s blood shed
|
| Without your precious blood shed!
|
| Revolution -- can only truly be known
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| By someone -- unafraid
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| Of spilling blood
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| Revolution -- can only truly be known
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| By someone -- unafraid
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| Of spilling blood |