The Scythe

Pray for rain
To wash over the fires you made
Our mistake
Of the subsentence 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 alter of lies
It's an abomination of truth
The end of all hope
Before your reborn you must die

Reap what you've sown
And come back to life
Reap what you've sown
Give blood to a scythe
Reap what you've sown

I'll be here
Of the masses infesting the land
Salvation
As we taste the rapture a mouth full of sand
The old and new fetishism fall into line
Your coveting [as good] and say I'm a fucking saint

You're looking away
You keep looking away but you know
It's an alter of lies
It's an abomination of truth
Illusion of hope
Before your reborn you must die

Reap what you've sown
And come back to life
Reap what you've sown
Give blood to a scythe
Reap what you've sown [x2]

Call my name
And tell me when it's all over
Pray for rain
It's all you can hope for [x2]