Tools In The Blood Shed - Acumen Nation

Rotting strains.

of still-born life

As it slowly replicates a dead hero

From its shattered memories

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

Nothing this powerful ever changes

Without the innocents' blood shed

Without american blood shed

Without your children’s blood shed

Without your precious blood shed!

Revolution -- can only truly be known

By someone -- unafraid

Of spilling blood

Revolution -- can only truly be known

By someone -- unafraid

Of spilling blood