You that build all the guns
You that build the dead's place,
you that build all the bombs
You that hide behind the walls,
you that hide behind the desks
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothing
Well you play with my world
like it's your little toy
and you hide from my eyes
And then you turn and run farther
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain,
like I see through the water
Well you fasten all the triggers,
And then you sit back and watch,
while the death count gets higher.
and you hide in your mansion
while young people's blood flows
That's the bid to bring the children
the blood that flows in your vein
But then how much do I know?
You can say that I'm young
And you must say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
that even Jesus would nev er forgive what you do
and let me ask you one question,
now is your money that good?
Would it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it should?
when your death takes its toll
That all the money you made
will never buy back your soul
And I'll fol low your casket
And I'll watch while you lower
An d I'll stand on your grave
till I'm sure that you're... dead.
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