harvesting dead fields

[Chorus: saturn's lament]
My spine‘s coiled like the roots in a grave
The tongue blacked by the flame of the blasphemous blade
The lost taste ain’t no handicap if i’m being honest
The false prophet spreads the word that i don’t need to be saved
My skull cracked wide open by the weight of the canopy
In the shape of the half-wheel wound of the centipede
All the blood in my arteries has turned into sap
The maggots leeching off of me will soon be choking to death
No name, no flesh, only bark and a breath
Burn the seed, reap the scream, wait for harvest again
Same road, same weather, everything is a mess
Eternal dyspnea is all i really have in the end
No name, no flesh, only bark and a breath
Burn the seed, reap the scream, wait for harvest again
Same road, same weather, everything is a mess
Eternal dyspnea is all i really have in the end

[Verse: lockjaw]
Tell me what i've got left
Bury me in the godhand
The thorns inside my veins are shooting out to cause a bloodbath, can't stop that
I'm starting to decay while everybody thinks it's nonsense
I'm just content in your eyes, i'm deep inside this fucking forest with no way out
Bones decay to dust, just let it happen
I've been waiting for the harvest, i've been starving with the maggots
Put the hatchet to my eyelids, let me stare into oblivion
No matter what i look at, i see demons like Insidious
Shadows been lurking, i'm seeing them move
Feels like i'm cursed, let me hang from the roof
Speak to the flames that been burning me through
My whole lifeline, i've been searching for you
Don't let me rot alone, i've already dug a grave for us (my dear)
Come inside this tiny space and let's decay to dust
Red saliva fills the room, everything smells like death
Choke on the rifle, let me shoot, guess i couldn't connect the dots
I've wasted lots of time to speak my mind
But when nobody listens to my shit, then is it worth the fight, huh?
I've been feasting on some souls for a while
Stay the fuck back, better don't let me bite, uh
In the fields, and ima roam with the scythe
I've been waiting for the harvest for my whole fucking life

[Chorus: saturn's lament]
My spine‘s coiled like the roots in a grave
The tongue blacked by the flame of the blasphemous blade
The lost taste ain’t no handicap if i’m being honest
The false prophet spreads the word that i don’t need to be saved
My skull cracked wide open by the weight of the canopy
In the shape of the half-wheel wound of the centipede
All the blood in my arteries has turned into sap
The maggots leeching off of me will soon be choking to death
No name, no flesh, only bark and a breath
Burn the seed, reap the scream, wait for harvest again
Same road, same weather, everything is a mess
Eternal dyspnea is all i really have in the end
No name, no flesh, only bark and a breath
Burn the seed, reap the scream, wait for harvest again
Same road, same weather, everything is a mess
Eternal dyspnea is all i really have in the end