High Caliber Consecrator lyrics
by Clutch
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)We have been waiting and it has begunSo humble thyself, and hold thy tongueWe have been waiting and it has begunProstrate yourself, your time has comeWe have been waiting and it has begunLook boldly, look boldly, look boldly onWe have been waiting and it has begunSo humble thyself, and hold thy tongueKnelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pewFelt the pain of labor, and of sons overdueIn full submission we are rebornWe are the ploughshare, and yet we are the swordWe'll thresh the psyche and till the prideDistill the blood, proclaim the gun divineDamn the foul ego, praise the promised swarmWe are the ploughshare, and yet we are the swordSo we're lock, stock, and barrelHook, line, and sinkerYour freedom was your masterAnd your liberties the flint forA double barrel sunrise, a double standard landYou gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its handsSo the fruits of your labors have fermented into wineAnd the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hiveThe city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowersThe fire, the flame, the passion, the powerToo little, too lateHigh caliber consecrator
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