[Verse] Pale shriveled up... Flower... Petals in the breeze... As old death... Wanders... Gentle he... breaths... Empty sockets look... And yet... They see... Any... And every... Thing that meant a damn to me! [Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] The harvester... The harvested... Symbiotic... Relationship... Or a parasite... In the harvest... Picking the crop clean... [Chorus] Death he knows! Wherever he goes! Follows pain... Misery! Yet he strolls... With not a care... Down a road... Paved with apathy! Everything dies... Save he... (Huhhhh...) I fucking hate the irony... [Instrumental] [Verse] A baby wailing... In the night... Then all is quiet... A Rabbit bounds... Through the brush... Then all is still... A husband! A father! Goes off to war... Kisses his wife! His children... Tells them... "I'll come back..." But Of Course! He never will... Old death... Is ever present... Every soul... At Mercy... To his will... [Instrumental] [Pre-outro] The harvester... The harvested... Symbiotic... Relationship... Or a parasite... In the harvest... Snipping every tie... Be it kin... Be it friendship... [Chorus] Death he knows! Wherever he goes! Follows pain... Misery! Yet he strolls... With not a care... Down a road... Paved with apathy! Everything dies... Save he... (Hahaha...) I fucking hate the irony... [Instrumental solo leading to fade out]
