Protest the Hero Follow

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

A crusader begging for a crusade in which to die

Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men

And tie the tongues of those who lie

Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets

That resonate in prayers of this never should 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 the dagger and marveled at the pain he could create

We stuck another in his back to seal creation's fate

Now we 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

Amen to the fools and the cossacks and the pulpits

Amen to the people who think there's still a way to help us