Malachi

[Verse 1]
The masses gather in the fields
The congregation call from the hill
The corn is cut so down it goes
He who hides behind the rows
Now
You can’t break me

[Verse 2]
Keep the Earth and sow the soil
They made a mint in bread and oil
Burn the earth and torch the soil
Taken down with blood and toil

[Verse 3]
The youth have come to take control
Select the outcast by default
Delusions mark the chosen few
When jaded by the harvest moon

[Outro]
Nevеr looking back
Never looking back
Nevеr looking back
Never looking back
Never looking back
Never looking back