You’re out on a mission
You’re gonna settle the score
You got trigger happy
But you don’t know who you’re gunning for

There’s too many fingerprints
You don’t know who to blame
Oh but you got a bullet
And that bullet’s got a name

There are those who are guilty
And they will never get caught
The long arm of justice 
That can’t be bought

They steal from the old woman
To put the young man endure
Keep the people busy fighting
And they’ll forget what they’re fighting for

The harvest is coming
Oh you know that the harvest is coming
The harvest is coming

Now it’s the mission dog hour
To bite the master’s hand
They hold on to the power
As long as we don’t understand

But there will come a reaping
When the wheat is burned
For right now they have a seat at the table
But the table will be overturned

Because the harvest is coming
Oh the harvest is coming
The harvest is coming