The harvest of the earth is ripe and the sickle will swing
They'll sell you freedom at the cost of your dignity
Sugar-coated consequences
Bar code scans and barb wired fences
Prescriptions filled with pestilence
No man knows the hour  the hour or time (break)
Control is a cancer they will give
Devastation is our culture's creed
As if the whole world had the same American dream
Or at least that's how our media would make it seem
No man knows the hour  the hour or time
What will come from the blind leading the blind
Millions caught and stabled  stamped with a three
One for the dragon  one for the beast
And another for the false prophet
And those who refuse will be executed  deceased
Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed
Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed
Where there are bodies there the vultures will feed
Vultures - Wrench In The Works