Assemblage 23
Blindhammer

All our father's backs are broken
And our prophets are insane
There is no one left to guide us
No catalyst for change

We are too young to know better
But frailty comes with age
So we run towards Armageddon
While our legs still have the strength

And like a blind hammer
That destroys what it can't see
Tear down the walls of progress
And spit on our ancestry
Indiscriminate
And full of empty rage
Gunning down the fields of fear
We're unable to assuage

All our best days are behind us
And the path's strewn with debris
That we'll sweep beneath the carpet
Where no one else will see

We live beneath the specter
Of an omnipresent doom
We know for sure it's coming
It's just a question of how soon

And like a blind hammer
That destroys what it can't see
Tear down the walls of progress
And spit on our ancestry
Indiscriminate
And full of empty rage
Gunning down the fields of fear
We're unable to assuage

The worlds has changed around us
And our vision's grown opaque
We believe we have the answers
But never learn from our mistakes

There's a gift that sits before us
But it's barely out of reach
So we turn our backs and walk away
And sing our souls to sleep

And like a blind hammer
That destroys what it can't see
Tear down the walls of progress
And spit on our ancestry
Indiscriminate
And full of empty rage
Gunning down the fields of fear
We're unable to assuage


Mirror lyrics:

We're unable to assuage
Gunning down the fields of fear
And full of empty rage
Indiscriminate
And spit on our ancestry
Tear down the walls of progress
That destroys what it can't see
And like a blind hammer

And sing our souls to sleep
So we turn our backs and walk away
But it's barely out of reach
There's a gift that sits before us

But never learn from our mistakes
We believe we have the answers
And our vision's grown opaque
The worlds has changed around us

We're unable to assuage
Gunning down the fields of fear
And full of empty rage
Indiscriminate
And spit on our ancestry
Tear down the walls of progress
That destroys what it can't see
And like a blind hammer

It's just a question of how soon
We know for sure it's coming
Of an omnipresent doom
We live beneath the specter

Where no one else will see
That we'll sweep beneath the carpet
And the path's strewn with debris
All our best days are behind us

We're unable to assuage
Gunning down the fields of fear
And full of empty rage
Indiscriminate
And spit on our ancestry
Tear down the walls of progress
That destroys what it can't see
And like a blind hammer

While our legs still have the strength
So we run towards Armageddon
But frailty comes with age
We are too young to know better

No catalyst for change
There is no one left to guide us
And our prophets are insane
All our father's backs are broken


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