Antiseed

Harvest day with a loaded mag Human crops in a body bag Machines of death under bloody flags Plow the fields and fertilize Plant the seeds and everything dies Giving life only to the flies Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds Till the soil until the earth bleeds The smell of mankind rotting on the vine The season of decline Plant the antiseed Watch the death grow The only way to feed And make the blood flow The reaping Plow the fields of gore Hear the weeping? It's harvest time Nothing grows on fallow hills Seeds planted shallow still In the end there's nothing left to kill These roots won't fade away They grow deeper every day Destroying everything in play Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds Till the soil until the earth bleeds The smell of mankind rotting on the vine The season of decline Plant the antiseed Watch the death grow The only way to feed And make the blood flow The reaping Plow the fields of gore Hear the weeping? It's harvest time Germinate it and bring it to the end Cultivate the dying we attend The antiseed spore brings death to us all And we watch it all fall