The Scythe - Throwdown

Pray for rain to wash over the fires you made

Harvesting of the sustenance coursing thru my veins

New America cries 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 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

Call my name and tell me when it’s all over

Pray for rain, it’s all you can hope for