Our minds have died and bleached in the sun
The message is clear, the intent is not
Mutual respect but an agenda of thought
You're not an idealogue, but a bully who got caught
You can deny my entry to your heaven above
But you can't tell me how to live and you can't tell me who to love
Your days of brainwash are through, but you can pretend if you want to
Through the centuries of shame and lifetimes of blame
You conquered and murdered and placed false claims
Uniform halos look the same
Matched to your lies again
You can deny my entry to your heaven above
But you can't tell me how to live and you can't tell me who to love
Your days of brainwash are through, but you can pretend if you want to