Wicker - Clutch

Like ravens on a scarecrow

Too old to beat them off

The guilt ferments

Familiarity breeds contempt

The yolk of faith splatters silent

Harvest time, red moon rising

Anvil cloud, lightning rod

Peacemaker, life taker

What’s inside the silo?

Can it fly?

A needle in the haystack

To crack the sky

The yoke of faith breaks away

From the beast of burden

Harvest time, red moon rising

Peacemaker, life taker

Peacemaker

Peacemaker

Peacemaker

Life taker

The feet of marching men

Beat down the fields of last chances

As scarecrows in amber waves of grain

Grin exchanging glances

We’ve killed it

We’ve killed it

Killed it