Turning Shears To Swords - Prey for Nothing

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

I’m killing your tune, chord by chord

Revoking this stalemate

As we’re turning shears into swords

Be it your disdain

For what you thought that will not strive

Like the enemy you tried to tame

We’ll prove we’re 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