No Stars Over Bethlehem - Protest The Hero

I’ll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati

When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify

A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace

Too beautiful to change, or perhaps too scared

The truth behind our lives will be erased (Will be erased)

A crusade in (In which to die)

Begging for a crusade in which to die

Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men

And tie the tongues of those who lie (Those who lie)

Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets

That resonate the prayers of «This should never be»

This should never be!

Someone plunged a dagger deep into God’s chest

And when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest

When he pulled out that dagger

And marveled in the pain he could create

We stuck another in his back and sealed Creation’s fate

So now we’ll turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty

A call that renders me ageless, turning the pages of a belief

That’s greater than us all, greater than us all

Amen to the fools and the Cossacks

And the pulpits (Amen!)

Amen

To the people who think there’s still a way to help us

Amen to the people

Amen to the people

Amen to the people

Amen to the people

Amen to the people

Amen to the people who

Think there’s still a way to help us