They know what you're hiding They know when you're excited They know how to get inside You find that alarming You tell then to f** their army of God Christian soldiers marching There's no room for you in this house They see you the hours you're hanging From a fence post out of town They see all they want to see You find you're the nightmare And they target one by one Because families need protection From reality Scarecrow It's not like I know But I'm close enough to feel my own pain Matthew You lived your final hours With the bu*t of a gun Smashing in your brain Do they know that they're failing And not in dight of higher ground? Fenced themselves in their own pasture You find it a**uring That they might ge lost in themselves But Christian soldiers won't fall easy From our reality