Letra de Desecrate

What's progression without aggression? Are we bound by words or the actions that we choose to make? What's with our inability to grow? Why must be digress when we move so slow? Words that we don't speak is our failure to teach. Generations of disaster set on repeat. We are caught in a web of worthless means. Common men don’t look away. The foundations we have built are caving in. Your words have killed and they will kill again. The screams of 1000 apparitions ring out but don’t make a sound. Our selfishness will be the final nail