Testi:
Red Harvest Dead

stay unjustified Through these eyes I see the catastrophe lying in my wake Voices inside my mind shiver my spine I am not ashamed Look at me I'm a dead

We all need error.com My heart, my cell phone, my computer error.com They're building dead cities Gotta get away from the digital rage Dead cities

to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest

of blood the crystalline walls run red?) And in the glooming chambers of our shadowed sanctum, we wait, half-mad with terror, To reap the slaughterous harvest

drinkin my troubles away cause shit got deep Lost my house and my car last week, I was livin like I was a star last week Tryin to harvest these streets

wind was their seed and their harvest was storm unleashed powers darker than black cloacked the world in winter the sky turnes black and the sea turned red

moon At the time of harvest he will tear the life apart bloodsoaked is the rusty scythe the reaper builds his art Red wrath is unfold dead soul numb

monologue begins. The man is abandoned. And he cracks a lonely smile like an oyster that's been shucked and dead. The company the red posies they sprang

at cactus edge Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness Cracked and dead