Accepting what I cannot

Monsters in the gutters

A soldier told his wife, it took a God's perspective

To see the trigger as an angel's message

A young man's death would be patriotism

A fight against terrorism

It is not hard to see them as mirrors

Ones with trigger happy fingers

Because he wakes up in terror, the helicopters scream

"I was at the end of my own gun in my dreams"

He has grown numb to beheadings on television screens

He no longer faints when he bleeds

This was once a man with empathy

But his home has conditioned him to tell you to go shit in the sea

Cover up when you are out in the streets

There are monsters out there who have been fidgeting in their seats

They want to taste the blood on their teeth

Through every glass shard and bullet, you eat

There is a virus that men choose to ignore

So, paint your lambs on the doors

Because God sent a plague of cops to shoot your first born

And the rain will fill up our lungs when he plans his next storm

Listen to his message because it is a threat

The image of God makes profit with a poor man's last breath

And I know a few who call it judgement day

Well I think it has always been that way

We are not going to heaven for bringing hell to the light

Just another revolution due to an endless fight

But if that is what the people need

I know they will flash their bloodied teeth

Reliving horrors my great, great grandparents fought

I was raised to cover my head before God

But that just feels as if he is a metaphor for mankind

And I am at the end of a more powerful man's knife

You love him because he is painted white

Disregarding all the heads he puts on a pike