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


there is no morning sun
no falling rain
for acres of skin


wait! can you hear the machines?
gears that cultivate flesh

why continue the harvest?
we are already dead


no one can reap these scars we've sown

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

all primed up for dying

without face, without mind

without dreams, without memory