Harvest the Garden - Mushroomhead

It’s time we harvest the garden

It’s time we feed these pyres their meat

It’s time we rise with new vengeance

It’s time we end this hypocracy

Sooner or everything’s ending

Until we’re all together, deceased

Live your lobotomy, reclaim your brain

Or you have suicided your dreams

Imperfections are what tear us apart

Breaking down your needs,

Closing your eyes to the sadness that we see

Closing our eyes to the sadness,

Cleansing our soul to this tragic

The way you want, the kill, the hunt

So f--k the c-nt and everything that

Comes along with it You motherf--kers better run and hide

And try to buy your way out of this s--t, yeah!

Such a tragedy

Closing our eyes to the sadness,

Slowly drifting, down to madness

And I can swear

I’ve been there, before

To cleanse your weakness