Paroles de 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]