they rest they rest they rest they rest they rest on the coast and the tide is impending we pull at the motionless and static but the torrent has crowned their heads it fills their ears and makes them ill they do not struggle at all this will speak of the end and will not prove false it is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love faith and love and faith and love and synchronize your steps to the sound of guns yeah synchronize your steps to the sound of guns this world is damned to hell and it s a revelation and this is a shallow grave and it s on the highest rise we stand on its highest crest i ll set myself on fire come on watch me burn come on watch me burn come on watch me burn come on watch me burn come on watch me burn poisoned now enough to kill poisoned now poisoned poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men poisoned poisoned the harvester s mouth has not gone dry the harvester s mouth has not gone dry the harvester s mouth has not gone dry joel 3 13 16