Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land
We are all dead growth Reaping all that we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with the bones The secrets they keep They seep through the cracks of our homes
Here lies your mother Born of this soil Once famous for her beauty Left a rotting corpse Here lies our father Born of this oil Forged in the flames We burn with no remorse
Instincts Of the selfish To pillage Nothing left to salvage Architects of destruction Instincts Of the foolish To follow Liars as they ravage The fruits of a fallen nation
American desolation
We only shit where we eat Licking the plate clean Such a modern convenience A four course meal For anyone not listening Romantic dinners for two The parasites and you
Human nature is the enemy
Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land We are all dead growth Reaping all that we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with the bones The secrets they keep They seep through the cracks of our homes
Disgusting fucking human appetite Cultivating the lands of desolation Disgusting fucking human appetite Fear the end of your exploitations Disgusting fucking human appetite Disgusting fucking human appetite