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