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Regret & The Grave Lyrics - The Harvest Floor - Cattle Decapitation

What is this hell? 

What have you done? 

 

Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth 

The quantities were met and indirectly led to death 

 

In the factories 

Teeming with ripe disease 

And on your bended knees you took it like a man! Regret rears it's despicable head 

All those years of ingesting the dead 

Living your life with your hands painted red 

 

Gross remorse 

 

In this the final hour 

Now that you see what you've done 

The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung 

The stress of consciousness 

In distress and blessing yourself with death 

 

Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night 

We use machinery to exhibit destructive might 

They've only the skills adapt for taking their kill 

We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will 

 

You, the consumer now consumed... 

... and by your product your insides eaten! 

Quite ironic, don't you think? 

 

What have we done? 

We've let the foolish taint the air and land! 

 

Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth 

Plastic and mass created sewer spewing humanure 

 

In the factories 

Teeming with ripe disease 

And on your bended knees you took it like a man! 

 

Gross remorse 

 

In this the final hour 

Now that we see what we've done 

The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung 

The stress of consciousness 

Death obsessed and making a mess 

 

Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night 

We hide like cowards, with machines to magnify our sight 

They've only the skills ever evolving to kill 

We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will 

 

You, the consumer now consumed... 

... and by your product you will wither away! 

 

And I don't remember us starving to death... 

... and I can't recall suffering through it all 

They've shown me some things that I'll never forget 

... and I'll remind you when you're on your death bed 

This is the grave, this is regret. 

 

LOOK AT THIS HELL! 

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! 

 

In this the final hour 

Now that you see what you've done 

The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung 

In the factories 

Amidst the rats and fleas 

And on your bended knees you took it like a man! 

 

Gross remorse