Harvest Lyrics

Got to give it to me
Got to take it away
Got to be my way
Got to make it mine
Mammon

Undermining influence
To strip you of your wealth
Bastardizing rhetoric
To sweep it from your hands
Strip you of possessions
Strip you of your health
Never know just where it went
Only that it’s gone

All feed the rapture that lies within
Describe my choice…a life of waste
Just avarice and desire
Overindulging this hunger within

Mammon wilted evil
Disguised to gain your trust
Stealthily dishonest
His angle to exploit
By all means possible
Will rob you of your wealth
Draped in apparent weakness
A semblance of ill

All feed the rapture that lies within
Describe my choice…a life of waste
Just words, avarice and desire
Overindulging this hunger within

Old crooked hands of greed roll up your spine
False god of gold, I will take what is mine
Dollars and cents, evil and depravity

Old crooked hands of greed roll up your spine
False god of gold, I will take what is mine
Dollars and cents, evil and depravity

Old crooked hands of greed roll up your spine
False god of gold, I will take what is mine
Dollars and cents, evil and depravity

Old crooked hands of greed roll up your spine
False god of gold, I will take what is mine
Dollars and cents, evil and depravity

Rapture