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