Letra de Fallow Season
Bad blood wells from the troubled ground where prophets breed and faith comes cheap like fast words spilled from a careless mouth They're hollow leeches, preying on our mindsSmall men kneel at the riverside This will be a fallow seasonTwelve dogs leashed in a salesman's yard Their bellies full, their fangs are greasy No fire, no dreams, no chase at heart The wild hunt has been tamed These are the signsSmall men buy what they can't deny This will be a fallow seasonAnd the darkness will surround us Shadows grow like walls around us Rats and preachers hide in the corners Draw your knives It ain't overLet the greedy strangle the blindSmall men fall and their cities die Let this be a fallow season