they taught me to kill/ not question what defines an enemy/ in spite of this still/ i hear them when i'm left alone/ they ask me why/ why murder for men who don't know your name?/ cause it all comes round/ yeah it all comes down/ our bodies all feed the ground/ now what do i do/ with these wounds i've been burying deep inside?/ we're stripped of ourselves/ now these scars they have nowhere to hide/ so i have no choice/ but to stand on my own and try not to die/ for their flags, crowns, and lines/ without taking any lives/ there is no compromise/ when the poor are out killing the poor/ while the prophets and profiteers watch from afar/ it's the rich and the holy who choose to wage war/ it's the desperate and brainwashed who's blood stains the floors