Альбом Clutch

Like ravens on a scarecrow
Too old to beat them off
The guilt ferments
Familiarity breeds contempt

The yoke of faith splatters silent
Harvest time, red moon rising
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker

What's inside the silo?
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky

The yoke of faith breaks away
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker

Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker

The feet of marching men
Beat down the fields of last chances
As scarecrows in amber waves of grain
Grin exchanging glances
We've killed it
We've killed it
Killed it

Captain America, where are you now?
Minuteman, please show me how
To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away
The evils of my forefathers pale to those today

Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis
Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss
I've done my time, liberate me
I have done my penance, inebriate me

The truth of it all
The truth of it all
Inebriate me
Inebriate me

I have suffered
For your sins
But now is when
My fun begins

If I hit you,
Turn your cheek
You are righteous,
But you are weak

"Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-Porgy gives release."*

American dream
Turns to dust
So give us a god
That does not rust

Points of light
Quickly fade
You are food
But you are saved

Juggernaut

This is it,
We've reached the border
This is it,
The New World Order.

If I die
Before I wake,
I pray the Order
My soul to take

"Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-Porgy gives release."*

*Chorus excerpted from Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World"

If it would disappear
If it would disappear

That
Which
Does
Not
Kill
You
Makes
You
Stronger

Take a big bite of my sweet addiction
Get a little closer to this sick affliction
Truth and consequences led to this conviction
Trial by error, another crucifixion.

Eat it up
Wash it down
Hit the deck
Kiss the ground
The enemy is within,
And she is your only friend

If it would disappear

Justification, the means are the end
Doctrine and dogma, I will not relent
This world a garden in need of such weeding
This world a minefield in need of such sweeping

This ministration without full consent
Fire and brimstone, I will not relent
Just as all good things must come to an end
I will administer as I see fit

I will not relent
I will not relent
I will not relent
I am driven

Impetus

I am driven

You put me in the clutches of sin
Making me a burning specimen
Of worn animosity, just to aspire
Leaving absolutely nothing behind

But now it seems that the tables have turned
Another dead end, another lesson learned
One good turn deserves another
So here it is, motherfucker

You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic

Tooth and scratch
Give me an axe to grind
A practice made perfect, matter over mind
I've got the urge, I've got the urge
To clean up this place of your scourge

If cleanliness is next to Godliness
Then that would make you the devil
Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike
But the first law of nature is to defend one's life

You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Grapes of wrath
Grapes of wrath

You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic

And you're just a statistic