Texty:
Blood Redemption Picking Up The Pieces Of A Broken Past

bombs destroying The only thing they had There's no safety When the rich wage war Noble causes drowned in subtle lies An art developed over time Piece by piece

I'm broken down These fallen ashes Broken pieces of me Lay rotting on the ground And so it feels that I've lost all sense of time My judgment perishes

into one. We watch time as it passes by, As it consumes our souls forever. We've been reaching for The unattainable And still we strive For a little piece

Corruption Submission Social Suicide Visions of ghosts Haunting our pasts In our dreams There's something that's been bothering me A pain that nothing

Wake up, up! They're the one that have been keeping us down Far too long Stopping us from getting too far Too far up This is when we pick up the fight