| Pray for rain to wash over the fires you made
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| Harvesting of the sustenance coursing thru my veins
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| New America cries for the weak
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| Selling utopia, doom is the price we pay
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| You’re looking away, ignoring the flames but you know…
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| It’s an altar of lies
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| It’s an abomination of truth
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| The end of all hope
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| Before you’re reborn you must die
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| Reap what you’ve sewn and come back to life
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| Reap what you’ve sewn, give blood to the scythe
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| Reap what you’ve sewn
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| Opiate of the masses infesting this land
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| Salvation, that sweet taste of rapture, a mouthful of sand
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| Behold the new fascism, fall into line
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| Your coveting eyes couldn’t see all the fucking signs
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| You’re looking away, you keep looking away but you know…
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| It’s an altar of lies
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| It’s an abomination of truth
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| The illusion of hope
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| Before you’re reborn you must die
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| Reap what you’ve sewn and come back to life
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| Reap what you’ve sewn, give blood to the scythe
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| Reap what you’ve sewn and come back to life
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| Reap what you’ve sewn, give blood to the scythe
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| Reap what you’ve sewn
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| Call my name and tell me when it’s all over
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| Pray for rain, it’s all you can hope for
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| Call my name and tell me when it’s all over
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| Pray for rain, it’s all you can hope for |