Written by Michael Lagace

Bright in the night, see it light up the skies
A blood red moon soon to silence the cries
This morning brings a warning, reminding us why
Mourning is the only thing that’s humane in dying
Riding to the sunset go the victor, the spoils
Leaping over legions of the lifeless but loyal
Leave behind a legacy of sorrow in soil
Seeds for family trees diseased with turmoil
Time heals wounds, but too slow to rely on
Intolerance breeds, war is on the horizon
And it’s not surprising: war makes cents
In the sense it takes money to assassinate men
They say God made us all in his likeness
Does that mean His kingdom is exactly like this?
Kids growing up knowing nothing but violence
So used to explosions, they’re scared of the silence?
Fresh young minds must be taught to hate
Carefully corrupted, a clockwork grape
And they walk through faith hoping angels await
But finally get to Heaven and have to pray at the gates

Lord we lost the way that you showed us
Now we’ve got this weight on our shoulders
The Devil’s got a way to unload it
And I might look his way

I won’t be silent and I won’t excuse me
The idea collapses and passes right through me
We make this world so deceitful and gloomy
From what I see, how soon can doom be?
It seems that we’ve all got our fingers on the trigger
Can’t escape our hate, our hatred lingers
Earth’s so big but its problems are bigger
And we all get poor when the rich get richer
War’s not an answer to modern problems
So leaders try peace, just not as often
And the people involved are long forgotten
Corporate supported to profit off them
They tear down cities and they sell the destruction
They rebuild cities and they sell the construction
They sell you the bullet and they sell you the coffin
They sell you the idea that they’re down to one option
And we buy it; ’cause man is irrational
A reasoning rather than a reasonable animal
And we’ve all got devils hiding in our shadows
And when I meet mine I will sing in the gallows

Lord we lost the way that you showed us
Now we’ve got this weight on our shoulders
The Devil’s got a way to unload it
And I might look his way