Oh, Sleeper - I Will Welcome The Reaping

Like maggots, they breed with headlines
Dining the wounds in breathless cadavers
Mirror blind and aimed for gold
Now watch a terror turn on its own

They race
And they race to the carcass rot to feed
And just past decay, this design delivers life
But they prefer to play cancer

In chase for the sky, towers uprise
In fear, the earth quakes for what's forgot
They cut like the butchers, with pride as their cleavers
As the tide prowls their shores

They never listened when we screamed
Wash the blood from your hands
Rip off the veils
Wash the blood from your hands and run, see what you forgot

Then the clouds met the sands as the cyclones began
In epic charge rose the hordes, all branches and thorns
As the stone from their walls broke legs as they crawled
The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in their fall
Six eyes pierce the night and now

24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives your new ending
With every slaughter bring your kingdom home
With every slaughter bring your kingdom home

How are we deserving this pain we are feeling?
How are we deserving this pain with healing?
And on trails these symphonies of agony
Can't you see? We're still demanding self-pity

Look to the moves of the things surrounding
We're the only ones, the only ones who keep from growing
One day the reaping will return, and we'll be butchers no more
Bring this slaughter home, and send everything above