Mushroomhead Harvest The Garden
			
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 
The way you want, the kill, the hunt 
So f--k the c-nt and everything that 
Comes along with it 
You motherf--kers better run and hide 
And try to buy your way out of this s--t, yeah! 
Such a tragedy 
Closing our eyes to the sadness, 
Slowly drifting, down to madness 
And I can swear 
I've been there, before 
To cleanse your weakness