walk through the ashes of man
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skin like fields on fire
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pain is only a weakness
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death is just an escape
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we are connected like tissue
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feed on the shame you've raised
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why continue the harvest?
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we are already dead
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no one can reap these scars we've sown
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there is no morning sun
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no falling rain
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for acres of skin
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wait! can you hear the machines?
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gears that cultivate flesh
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why continue the harvest?
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we are already dead
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no one can reap these scars we've sown
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there is no morning sun
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no falling rain
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for acres of skin
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all i want and wish for
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is to end this suffering
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all alone and unaware
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all primed up for dying
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without face, without mind
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without dreams, without memory
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Acres Of Skin
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Fear Factory |