Run through passages of war
To the garden of peace
To the victor the spoils
A head on a stick will sing
Holy books and holy crooks
Pierce throats with holy hooks
And they have to run home
Before anyone sees blood on their robes
I will spill my blood for you
A hysterical voice screams
I will spill your blood too
If need really be
All for a better tomorrow
For you and for me
But mostly for me
And then tomorrow comes
Bringing a new sun
Stained with more blood
The hysterical voice
Still sounds so sweet
On ears clogged
With centuries of shit
Logic and love
Sat down for a chat
Reason sat between
No one spoke
Till reason fell
And logic punched love in the eye
