Still crucifying
Hell’s rivers of blood are proof
Our god given right
Feast of the jealous
Eying those better than us
How can they deserve?
Forgive us this vice
Our ignorance is our gift
We don’t care you see
Blinded by headlines
Our happiness is darkness
We see what we’re told
Under pilfered light
Eden’s poison burned our eyes
Robbed our peace with wants
Stealing our desire
What is yours was meant for me
So we chant for death
A headline will scream
Breaking rules already dead
To justify hate
Mobs of foolish cheats
Draw their random game of lots
Who to Crucify?
Next?