Stop stop
Don't tell me this is real
Come pinch me now

Hold on is that my father
Walking me from my sleep


You want to make history
But now you will see
The lions about to roar

And as the eagle soared
Up high into the trees
You toast your glass

And raise your hands in victory

What's this so called religion

Practicing peace and love
How different this could have been
If they had the one true God