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