This time of year
The harvest will begin
Dig in the ground
For lesser life forms
What is our duty to them?
We should harvest from within
This newfound taste
Is just too good to waste
We'll make a game
For all to play
Where children will learn how to kill
Trust me it's better for them
Monsters and men
Will be made just the same
Look under your bed frame
For their teeth
Genuinely hungry for you
You should know just what to do
Hell's wrath rains down from above you
Oh how they watch us
On their helicopters with all our bones
Not a single bead of sweat on their face
As they fly to their home
We used to watch movies
Now we just guard our skin
This hunger will remain omnipresent
Right into the next year
Life is hell now, no rest for us
The hand that guides is pure fear
We used to watch movies
Now we just guard our skin
This time of year
The harvest would begin
But alas we
Are lesser life forms
We know our duty to them
We should turn out what's within
Written by: Grant WilliamsLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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