To await the day when you're removed from your place
is that your lot? is that your reward?
my mind is clearer than it ever was before
for I reject that which can not be ignored
I await the day when you're showing your true place
you will beg and cry on the day that you die
no amount of tears can stop what must be done
any amount of fear forces you to come undone
(chorus)
nothing has changed
genocide spawns rebirth
in temples of praise
only death is your escape
from age to age generations waste their breath
only from within can you truly face your death
like a machine that harvests over the land
like a perfect being following a master plan
in lifes winter when your years are so called gold
would you look back would you want to change your path
bow down and receive your death
to await the day when you're removed from your place
is that your lot? is that your reward?
no amount of tears can stop what must be done
any amount of fear forces you to come undone
(chorus)
