Walk

through

the

ash-

es

of

man

Skin

like

fields

on

fi-

re

Pain

is

only

a

weak-

ness

Death

is

just

an

es-

cape

We

are

con-

nec-

ted

like

tis-

sue

Feed

on

the

shame

you've

raised

Why

con-

ti-

nue

the

har-

vest?

We

are

al-

rea-

dy

dead

No

one,

can

reap,

these

scars,

we've

sown

No

one,

can

reap,

these

scars,

we've

sown

There

is

no

mor-

ning

sun

No

fal-

ling

rain

For

ac-

res

of

skin

Wait!

Can

you

hear

the

ma-

chines?

Gears

that

cul-

ti-

vate

flesh

Why

con-

ti-

nue

the

har-

vest?

We

are

a-

lrea-

dy

dead

No

one,

can

reap,

these

scars,

we've

sown

No

one,

can

reap,

these

scars,

we've

sown

There

is

no

mor-

ning

sun

No

fal-

ling

rain

For

ac-

res

of

skin

All

I

want

and

wish

for

Is

to

end

this

suf-

fering

All

alone

and

u-

na-

ware

All

primed

up

for

dy-

ing

With-

out

face,

with-

out

mind

With-

out

dreams,

with-

out

mem-

ory

With-

out

face,

with-

out

mind

With-

out

dreams,

with-

out

mem-

ory

There

is

no

mor-

ning

sun

No

fal-

ling

rain

For

ac-

res

of

skin

There

is

no

mor-

ning

sun

No

fal-

ling

rain

For

ac-

res

of

skin