Dead Harvest - This Ending

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