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! d**h 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 ma**es, 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 an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes 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 an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes his mummified treats As he an*lyzes his mummified treats The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn. Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector...