Beneath The Massacre

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 white

and covered

in the people's blood.



Still waiting for holy answers

from a human mouth.



And only pain you harvest.

You harvest fear and hate,

your daily prayer,

your daily sin,

a guilty conscience

for all you have sinned.



Now you can die free of guilt

free, free of guilt...

Still waiting for someone

to save yourself from Hell...