Torched

Disgusted From the core of my beeing I'm repulsed by the sight of you Hatred For the sound of air Fanning through my lungs Disturbed By the pumpin' rythm Of my beating heart I choke Choke on the daylight As it meets my eye Though and sluggish Like breathing intubated Mother Forgive me father Sad to say You have to reap Just what you sow Brother Follow We're the harvest To be gathered lit and torched Dead As a stillborn No wish to try to hard To cry it out, controlled Powerful As an eggshell Alive, as a head on the wall Though and sluggish Like breathing intubated Mother Forgive me father Sad to say You have to reap Just what you sow Brother Follow We're the harvest To be gathered lit and torched Mother Forgive me father Sad to say You have to reap Just what you sow Brother Follow We're the harvest To be gathered lit and torched Mother Forgive me father I hate what you've spawned There's no reason I'm alive