Lyrics Crops of Waste - Hearse

Crops of Waste

the final ecstacy, last dance in agony,
no place to run or hide, no matter what you try.
along a trail of tears, remembering the wasted years,
under the ice and snow, greif burns deep in your soul
this is the ultimate failure, this is the fall from grace.
this is the ultimate failure, this is the crops of waste.