Woorden:
Mushroomhead Ugly

It's a far flung dream to die in, we can't wake up and the scars we leave behind us aren't enough to somehow free us And the tragedy between us is a mountain

There is doom in the words of the fallen Blinding the minds of the young There are truths in the lies of forgiveness Fall down and worship the sun Fall

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

Well you bled me out just to leave me down Weed through no way out so much fun to be, around Feed your fall, somersault down and king the crown You've

Finish what you fold up, digest, lock away confiscate the sins to cleanse the brain Six feet under, Six feet down there ain't no way that you're keeping

let your promise deflate, As your children grow irate With life, here inside, say goodbye In time, you'll have to face up to this Dying human race

I can kill forever in a day Disecting every second I can be perpetually devoid You'll never sense upheaval in my voice Come on [X3] Do you really want

Finish what you fold up, digest, lock away confiscate the sins to cleanse the brain Six feet under, Six feet down there ain't no way that you're keeping

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