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
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