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]