Harvest
There's little use for the fallen
A waste of space, fleeting time, bleeding their lives
For their lack of potential
All we've seen, is the damning weight
Of these district walls
How will we rewrite our stories and end this
Keep tearing them apart
Keep tearing them apart
Wells are drying, people dying, there's nothing left
Wells are drying, people dying, there's nothing left
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go, there must be more to this
Flee these streets before this city burns
Nowhere to go
A waste of space, fleeting time, bleeding their lives
For their lack of potential
All we've seen, is the damning weight
Of these district walls
How will we rewrite our stories and end this
Keep tearing them apart
Keep tearing them apart
Wells are drying, people dying, there's nothing left
Wells are drying, people dying, there's nothing left
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go, there must be more to this
Flee these streets before this city burns
Nowhere to go
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Writer(s): Don Poythress, Bryan Simpson, Brent Rupard
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