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! That cultivate
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]

All I want and wish for
Is to end this suffering
All alone and unaware

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BURTON C. BELL, CHRISTIAN OLDE WOLBERS, DINO A.M. CAZARES, RAYMOND HERRERA