Sangtekster:
Red Harvest Dead

We all need error.com My heart, my cell phone, my computer error.com They're building dead cities Gotta get away from the digital rage Dead cities

you know I've been a dumpin' that red hot slag way down the road I've been a blastin' I've been firin' I've been a pourin' that red hot iron I've been

climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale male model red right, white left stinkin rich, everything including the kitchen sink red

is my fate to get the sword and paint the mountains red the crescent of moon ploughs his breast cry, cry all spirits, the old one is dead drops of

I am here back from the dead to paint the world in blood red Watch out the hell in my eyes when I take the harvest with my scythe Bringing fire as I ride

alone, from here to oblivion Embraced by shadows, lead by the enchanter Enter our tomb to be, why wasnt we told? a preachers illusion, a dead man`s word

mug piece; hallowed out the mandible Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) We have high demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest

hate in me, so consuming The lives we swallow To the front line, mirror's engaged Scope's on me and leaves me hollow Harvest children, harvest children Harvest children, harvest children Harvest

Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red