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Harvest

I wept while you drowned,
Wathched while you flew to flames,
A sea of laughter,
Turned into grave of sane.
I hope that someday I'd see you,
To tell you how much my hate grew,
Against this world and myself,
Why I chose the noose.

I own a dead heart in a dead world,
You cannot imagine,
How giant this struggle is,
To live inside a hole like this.

I wash my face with blood,
As I drown to quicksand,
I wash my face with blood,
As I rise to be your god.

I almost cried while you bended,
Like the grain of autumn,
To the scythe of faith,
And then you finally died,
I hope we'd meet again,
So I'd show you my scars,
I almost died while you did,
But now Im so much stronger.

I harvest these fields of sorrow,
I harvest these icy fields with bare hands.

I wash my face with blood,
As I drown to quicksand,
I wash my face with blood,
As I rise to be your god.

Living inside a hole like this,
Whyfor this struggle exists,
No more I will take this shit,
I will abandon myself finally.

I harvest these fields of sorrow,
I harvest these icy fields with bare hands.