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