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
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