I can see you curling your tongue
And begging for a drop
I can see you thinking you've won
Just because the fighting stopped
And I am crushing leaves in my hand
They are dead, like the rest of the land
And you are clutching a cross in your hand
Screaming, Divinity is a man
Communion of the promised land
Slaughter to become annointed
Blood and body of the prodigal lamb
The wine that you drink is poison
Innovation in the modern age
For the people that are chosen
Expansion until it is far too late
The dirt that you sow is poison
So you think you can pray it away
White man who wants to murder your babe
So you think I oppress when I say
I am bothered by the way you pray
Silence, ha!, that's what I thought
All that spam, now you won't shoot your shot
And I'm not trying to make a wave
But if I'm a stone, then throw me your way
Communion of the promised land
Slaughter to become annointed
Blood and body of the prodigal lamb
The wine that you drink is poison
Innovation in the modern age
For the people that are chosen
Expansion until it is far too late
The dirt that you sow is poison