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