Meathook Seed - Famine Sector lyrics

A shuttering retired widow,

Overlooks....a land condemned.

Persecuted sun has fled

Eternal midnight banes,

Winter of discontent

Surrounded by haunted rows of brittle dead crops

Farmers perish.

A multitude of children and of women and of men,

an army of none.

The weak will not succeed!

Death Drums Beat.

Uncounted heap....led aimlessly,

Towards a slit in the side of a dune,

several fall....the way is paved,

with slabs of human flesh,

A flock recoils....

Helpless masses,

scattered like unborn larvae.

He pulls his terror throttle

A flood of muticoloured shame,

Fills his shallow pit,

Bonfire

Smouldering

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

Expressionless, emotionless

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

As he analyzes his mummified treats

The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...

Famine Sector...