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