They rest
They rest
They rest
They rest

They rest on the coast and the tide is impending
We pull at the motionless and static
But the torrent has crowned their heads
It fills their ears and makes them ill

They do not struggle at all, this will speak of the end
And will not prove false, it is time
To move on with the weapons of faith and love
Faith and love and faith and love and

Synchronize your steps
To the sound of guns, yeah
Synchronize your steps
To the sound of guns

This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation
And this is a shallow grave
And it's on the highest rise
We stand on its highest crest
I'll set myself on fire
Come on, watch me burn
Come on, watch me burn
Come on, watch me burn
Come on, watch me burn
Come on, watch me burn

Poisoned now enough to kill
Poisoned now, poisoned
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men
Poisoned, poisoned

The harvester's mouth
Has not gone dry

The harvester's mouth
Has not gone dry (gone dry)
The harvester's mouth
Has not gone dry (gone dry)

Joel 3:13 - 16