Dead Harvest

Born prophet of the modern ideal
In the name of more, behind the guise of good
With your right hand you weave the illusion
With your left you suffocate the world
Synthetic emotion, tool of your trade
Emotionless machine grinding on The anthive man celebrates «progress»
Always discontent, never harmony
Innocence suffers your blind greed
Consume, devour, exploit
Reap the dead harvest
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Reap the dead harvest
When everything is exploited
Raped, burned, defiled and sold
All avenues ventured, path trodden
You are still not content
Killing your own humanity
You’ll sell your soul with a hollow smile
You brought your own destruction
Paid in full with your life
Always discontent, never harmony
Innocence suffers your blind greed
Consume, devour, exploit
Reap the dead harvest
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Reap the dead harvest
Dead
Consume, devour, exploit
Harvest
Dead
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Harvest
Dead
Consume, devour, exploit
Harvest
Dead
Copy, reproduce, corrode
Harvest
Dead harvest
Dead harvest
Dead harvest
Dead harvest