Fit For An Autopsy - Children Of The Corn Syrup lyrics

[feat. Vincent Bennett of The Acacia Strain] Human nature is the enemy Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land We are all dead growth Reaping all that we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with bones The secrets they keep Seep through the cracks in our homes Here lies your mother Born of this soil Once famous for her beauty Let a rotting corpse Here lies our father Born of this oil Forged in the flames We burn with no remorse Instincts Of the selfish To pillage Nothing left to salvage Architects of destruction Instincts Of the foolish To follow Liars as they ravage The fruits of a fallen nation American desolation We only sh** where we eat Licking the plate clean Such a modern convenience A four course meal For anyone not listening Romantic dinners for two The parasites and you Human nature is the enemy Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land We are all dead growth Reaping what we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with bones The secrets they keep Seep through the cracks in our homes Disgusting f**ing human appetite Cultivating the lands of desolation Disgusting f**ing human appetite Fear the end of your exploitations