Hearse Crops Of Waste
The final ecstacy, last dance of agony,
No place to run or hide, no matter how you try
This is the ultimate failure, this is the fall from
grace,
This is the ultimate failure, this is the crops of waste
Along a trail of tears, remembering the wasted years,
Under the ice and snow, grief burns deep in your soul
This is the ultimate failure, this is the fall from
grace,
This is the ultimate failure, this is the crops of waste
