The Scythe

Pray for rain to wash over the fires you made Harvesting of the sustenance coursing thru my veins New american christ for the weak Selling utopia, doom is the price we pay You're looking away, ignoring the flames but you know... It's an altar of lies It's an abomination of truth The end of all hope Before you're reborn you must die Reap what you've sewn and come back to life Reap what you've sewn, give blood to the scythe Reap what you've sewn Opiate of the masses infesting this land Salvation, that sweet taste of rapture, a mouthful of sand Behold the new fascism, fall into line Your coveting eyes couldn't see all the fucking signs You're looking away, you keep looking away but you know... It's an altar of lies It's an abomination of truth The illusion of hope Before you're reborn you must die Reap what you've sewn and come back to life Reap what you've sewn, give blood to the scythe Reap what you've sewn Call my name and tell me when it's all over Pray for rain, it's all you can hope for