Letra de Tools In The Blood Shed

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