The Final Harvest

Lonely dead stuck bleeding pig

Lonely ditch I choose to dig

Inside

And it burns in the face of the one whos mother cried

Lonely tumer inside my head

It wont be long untill I am dead

Inside

And it burns in the faces of the ones who told me lies

Disappointments are mounting each day

Strong oppinions with nothing to say

Sharpened blades I will raise to the void

Until my mind gives away to the need to destroy

Every loss that there is will you feel

Machine or beast, all I know is I am real

A life of pain as the catalyst for this thing I am, waking death

Now like instinct I harvest the land

Death within me, your life in my hands

All of this worlds filth is drentched in your blood

As it rains down around me

Come on down

Your blood

Rain over me, covering all I see

As you die