[Verse 1] He came in with the storm, coat dripping pitch-black rain. Eyes like burning coal, hands carved out of pain. He said he’d been watching, every sin I tried to hide. And the thunder cracked open like it wanted me inside. [Chorus] He’s the black harvest, the reaper of my doubt. He turns my heartbeat feral, he knows how to drag it out. I feel his fingers pulling at the edges of my soul. He’s the black harvest, and he’s here to take control. [Verse 2] He spoke in broken hymns, words soaked in gasoline. Said he’d crown me with ruin if I dared to call him king. I felt the ground start shaking, like it feared what I’d become. And the night leaned in closer, hungry, patient, numb. [Chorus] He’s the black harvest, the reaper of my doubt. He turns my heartbeat feral, he knows how to drag it out. I feel his fingers pulling at the edges of my soul. He’s the black harvest, and he’s here to take control. [Bridge] He said, “You’re mine in the silence. And you’re mine when you speak.” [And I felt my bones remember every time I’d been weak. [Final Chorus] He’s the black harvest, the reaper of my doubt. He turns my heartbeat feral, he knows how to drag it out. I feel his fingers pulling at the edges of my soul. He’s the black harvest, and he’s here to take control. [Outro] And when he said “step forward,” I didn’t try to run. I felt the darkness claim me— and I walked into it undone.
