Harvest
You're out on a mission
You're gonna settle a score
You got trigger happy
But you don't know who you're gunning for
There's too many fingerprints
You don't know who to blame
Only you got a bullet
And that bullet's got a name
There are those who are guilty
And they will never get caught
They reign on the justice that can be bought
They steal from the old woman
to put the young man into war
Keep the people busy fighting
And they'll forget what they were fighting for
The harvest is coming
Oh, you know that
The harvest is coming
Now is the mission dog hour
To find the masters head
They hold on to the power
As long as we don't understand
But there will come a reaping
When the weed is burned
For right know they have a seat at a table
But the table will be overturned
Because the harvest is coming
Oh, the harvest is coming
The harvest is coming
Cosecha
Estás en una misión
Vas a saldar una deuda
Estás ansioso por disparar
Pero no sabes a quién estás apuntando
Hay demasiadas huellas dactilares
No sabes a quién culpar
Solo tienes una bala
Y esa bala tiene un nombre
Hay quienes son culpables
Y nunca serán atrapados
Reinan sobre la justicia que se puede comprar
Le roban a la anciana
para enviar al joven a la guerra
Mantén a la gente ocupada peleando
Y olvidarán por qué estaban peleando
La cosecha se acerca
Oh, sabes que sí
La cosecha se acerca
Ahora es la hora del perro de la misión
Para encontrar la cabeza de los maestros
Se aferran al poder
Mientras no entendamos
Pero llegará la cosecha
Cuando la maleza sea quemada
Por ahora tienen un asiento en la mesa
Pero la mesa será volteada
Porque la cosecha se acerca
Oh, la cosecha se acerca
La cosecha se acerca