Blessed are the peacemakers For they shall inherit the label of non-patriot And be condemned by the profiteers of war... No, no, no delight In seeing fading light Inside the thinking minds For fear of condemnation Know what it means to be right And say all the things you believe in Know, that the truth that you see When you speak can be the end of you No, no paradise For those who sacrifice For a God who's made of lies And murders non-believers Know what it means to be right And say all the things you believe in Know, that the truth that you see When you speak can be the end of you The idea that an omnipresent creator Would ordain free will on the created Sending them into darkness Then reveal the truth about his nature To a select few supposedly ordained To distribute throughout the world An unveiling of the nature Of an insecure, violent, sometimes kind, child killing God Sounds more like the musings of some kind of heavenly crack addict Than anything we should worship or model ourselves after... No, no guiding light For those who kill for Christ A worthless sacrifice for feeble minds of hatred Know what it means to be right And say all the things you believe in Know, that the truth that you see When you speak can be the end of you
I won't fear that which put me hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
