| Song | Harvest at Dawn (Enter Fertility) |
| Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
| Album | Human Harvest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Everything around me shrinks and expands | |
| Memories compacted | |
| Fantasies extracted | |
| Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer | |
| This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes | |
| The faces and names are not real | |
| Only the tears, blood and glass are authentic | |
| We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned | |
| Found a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe | |
| To finger and feed | |
| Memories flaccid | |
| Fantasies reenacted | |
| Finger and feed |