Blindhammer

Assemblage 23

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 world 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