Justify, as if it were our right to say

Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate

Fed in time as a choice we think we're making

It's the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will

When illusions burn where will we be left standing

Still with the guns that we know vs. the guns we never will

Pacify, with false hope of safety within

Never mind that they were never there where could we begin

We call upon god for which killing's permitted,

and then brag out loud that our side made the grade

We better pray, with this as our position

Our wrongs don't come back and burn us down to the ground

And what gives us the right to judge without reprisal

To strike retaliation and wash our hands of blood

And who gave us the crown to claim that we're divine

Without needing repentance and drive them into hell