This has gone far enough The vacuity of what you stood for Your turbid stand, dried out and hanged And we were those who kicked the trapdoor Your perpetual stench reeks out from the morals you dissolved You stand as a fact that even the rats can evolve Embody the old, the layers down under, grown fat and obese Let tranquility be torn asunder as we bring down the beast Odious decadence Im killing your tune, chord by chord Revoking this stalemate As were turning shears into swords Be it your disdain For what you thought that will not strive Like the enemy you tried to tame Well prove were very much alive No parental guidance just musical world of hurt Your deaf ears will finally hear our words Throwing the wrench in the gears of industrial art Let this song turn your shears to swors
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