Living Machines - 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

Written by:
Quinn McGraw, Ryan Card

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