| 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 | |
| Call my name and tell me when it's all over | |
| Pray for rain, it's all you can hope for |