The Scythe

Pray for rain

To wash over the fires you made

Harvesting of the sustenance coursing 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 sown

And come back to life

Reap what you've sown

Give blood to the scythe

Reap what you've sown

Opiate of the masses infesting the land

Salvation, that sweet taste of rapture, a mouthful of sand

Behold the new fascism, fall into line

Your covering 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 sown

And come back to life

Reap what you've sown

Give blood to the scythe

Reap what you've sown

Call my name

And tell me when it's all over

Pray for rain

It's all you can hope for