I opened up my eyes this morning,
Blinded by the fire pouring in.
All the whispers,
All the promises,
Of the things we could have been.
She said a prayer for me this morning,
Opened up her veins and drifted out,
Beginning this ending story,
Breathing in a tidal wave of doubt.
You see, we're free to worship different gods,
And tell ourselves the other's wrong.
We load our guns and fly our flags,
And k** each other, k** each other.
Can our kind hope to survive,
When reason holds no place of power?
Bow our heads, we stand in line,
To k** each other, k** each other.
We're free to worship different gods,
And tell ourselves the other's wrong.
We load our guns and fly our flags,
And k** each other, k** each other.
Can our kind hope to survive,
When reason holds no place of power?
Bow our heads, we stand in line,
To k** each other, k** each other.
I opened up my eyes this morning,
Blinded by the fire pouring in.
All the whispers,
All the promises,
Of the things we could have been.