Harvest Of Hate

And still, you venerate what has brought you down; kneeling for salvation Still waiting for someone to save yourself from Hell Still waiting for holy answers from a human mouth And only pain you harvest You harvest pain Don't turn the other cheek to the man dressed in the white and covered in the people's blood Still waiting for holy answers from a human mouth And only pain you harvest You harvest fears and hate, your daily prayer, your daily sin Now you can die free of guilt, free of guilt...