Acres of Skin
BURTON C. BELL, CHRISTIAN OLDE WOLBERS, DINO A.M. CAZARES, RAYMOND HERRERA
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
No one can reap these scare we've sown
[Chorus]
There is no morning sun
No morning rain
For acres of skin
Wait! Can you hear the machines?
Gears! That cultivate
Why!? Continue the harvest?
We are already dead
No one can reap these scars we've sown
No one can reap these scars we've sown
[Chorus]
All I want and wish for
Is to end this suffering
All alone and unaware