Now You are a piece of God You can hunt, you can save You can prop, you can rate You can create and mutilate You can numb
You have the hand of God To manufacture slaves To advise defeats and Decompose the flame
Now You are a piece of God
You have the heart of God To bless the world with spites To magnify the grief And narcotize the time
You have a hand and You have a heart To get a war You got the war With the same warrant that gave you might You must never be true For the same warrant that gave you might You should hide the whys
You got the war
With the same warrant that gave you might I must never trust For the same warrant that gave you might I should always doubt
