Acres of Skin

Walk through the ashes of man

Skin like fields on fire

Pain is only a weakness

Death is just an escape

We are connected like tissue

Feed on the shame you've raised

Why continue the harvest?

We are already dead

No one can reap these scars we've sown

There is no morning sun

No falling rain

For acres of skin

Wait! Can you hear the machines?

Gears that cultivate flesh

Why continue the harvest?

We are already dead

No one can reap these scars we've sown

There is no morning sun

No falling rain

For acres of skin

All I want and wish for

Is to end this suffering

All alone and unaware

All primed up for dying

Without face, without mind

Without dreams, without memory