I had a dream about a nuclear attack and I could see the cloud rising
Domestic terrorist someone serving god delivering a message
Like actors on the stage we all march to our doom
You can't change the written page not the script or the ending
And all the wars we wage we're not so different from the things we hate
So grab your bible make your bombs
The blast approaches and panic fills my chest as I wait for the fire
And we are liars if we say we did not bring this on ourselves
Grab your gun
Dollar sign
Economy
You better fall in line
Strap the bomb
To your chest
Preach the word
Kill the rest
Find your god
Make your war

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