Harvest 歌词

Harvest the decadence Harvest the decadence of society to be a tool of energy Living cell as natural growth is extinguished on birth Uncomprehensive natural disease And this will end your life All in pods – fertility is lost Earth is blind – cold winds inside me Tear my flesh – cables incisions in me This capsule is twisting my mind When I look inside – cables lost inside me Destroying the world giving life to clones Creating in capsules corrupted human beings Erase the presence of disgust Waiting to life Embracing the decadence to become a tool of energy Harvesting fate and people Waiting to die I’m infected Infected with a plague No hope for nothing I’m trapped in despair A sentence of death to control destiny Waiting to die I’m infected with Devouring processes Bacteriological weapons of consumptionism Generating the decease replace with devouring All in pods – fertility is lost Earth is blind – cold winds inside me Tear my flesh – cables incisions in me Slowly infest This human virus infesting the earth spreading disease Increasing powers to search for remedy Their values do not correspond to life sustain Destined to suffer slow and painfully Death creating energy of mutated germs embracing Becoming prisoners of consumption and processes A nation of servants with no destiny But the sureness of death to come internally Waiting to die I’m infected Infected with plague