Walk! Through the ashes of man

Skin! Like fields on fire

Pain! Is only a weakness

Death! Is just an escape

We! Are connected like tissue

Feed! On the shame you've raised

Why!? Continue the harvest?

We! Are already dead

No one can reap these scars we've sown

No one can reap these scare we've sown

CHORUS:

There is no morning sun

No morning rain

For acres of skin

Wait! Can you hear the machines?

Gears! Tha cultiate

Why!? Continue the harvest?

We are already dead

No one can reap these scars we've sown

No one can reap these scars we've sown

CHORUS:

There is no morning sun

No falling rain

For acres of skin

All I want and wish for

Is to end this suffering

All alone and unaware