High Caliber Consecrator
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โฑ๏ธ 7:04 duration
๐ ID: 3131705
๐ Lyrics
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
We have been waiting and it has begun
Prostrate yourself, your time has come
We have been waiting and it has begun
Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
In full submission we are reborn
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
So we're lock, stock, and barrel
Hook, line, and sinker
Your freedom was your master
And your liberties the flint for
A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands
So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Too little, too late
High caliber consecrator
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
We have been waiting and it has begun
Prostrate yourself, your time has come
We have been waiting and it has begun
Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
In full submission we are reborn
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
So we're lock, stock, and barrel
Hook, line, and sinker
Your freedom was your master
And your liberties the flint for
A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands
So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Too little, too late
High caliber consecrator
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:32.72] We have been waiting and it has begun
[01:39.92] So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
[01:46.38] We have been waiting and it has begun
[01:52.69] Prostrate yourself, your time has come
[02:25.30] We have been waiting and it has begun
[02:31.73] Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
[02:38.97] We have been waiting and it has begun
[02:43.56] So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
[02:51.79] Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
[02:59.82] Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
[03:06.28] In full submission we are reborn
[03:14.38] We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
[03:18.96] We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
[04:25.23] Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
[04:30.64] Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
[04:37.85] We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
[04:49.67] So we're lock, stock, and barrel
[05:00.56] Hook, line, and sinker
[05:03.39] Your freedom was your master
[05:05.18] And your liberties the flint for
[05:08.73] A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
[05:15.16] You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands
[05:21.40] So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
[05:30.57] And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive
[05:36.98] The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
[05:43.21] The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
[05:49.67] Too little, too late
[06:39.10] High caliber consecrator
[06:54.55]
[01:39.92] So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
[01:46.38] We have been waiting and it has begun
[01:52.69] Prostrate yourself, your time has come
[02:25.30] We have been waiting and it has begun
[02:31.73] Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
[02:38.97] We have been waiting and it has begun
[02:43.56] So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
[02:51.79] Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
[02:59.82] Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
[03:06.28] In full submission we are reborn
[03:14.38] We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
[03:18.96] We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
[04:25.23] Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
[04:30.64] Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
[04:37.85] We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
[04:49.67] So we're lock, stock, and barrel
[05:00.56] Hook, line, and sinker
[05:03.39] Your freedom was your master
[05:05.18] And your liberties the flint for
[05:08.73] A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
[05:15.16] You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands
[05:21.40] So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
[05:30.57] And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive
[05:36.98] The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
[05:43.21] The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
[05:49.67] Too little, too late
[06:39.10] High caliber consecrator
[06:54.55]