What Man Has Made

In this arid wilderness I raise my humble voice To the ears of millions Who reject the sacred choice I stand forth to challenge all the Wisdom of the blind To interrogate without the Mercy of their kind For too long have dead hands Been permitted to sterilize my mind Gather round me All the death-defiant All the heathens What power has made it so that I can't demand reasons War is not a pretty thing But this I do enjoy For what man has made Man can destroy Man can destroy Make yourself a terror to the Holy hand that feeds Moral landscape changes to Infect what we all need Am I not delivered by the Hand that I call mine Safer than the hypocrites Who sing a sweeter lie Here and now is the day of judgement Here and now we die Gather round me All the death-defiant All the heathens What power has made it so that I can't demand reasons War is not a pretty thing But this I do enjoy For what man has made Man can destroy Man can destroy I question all things Presented as commandment Self-preservation is the highest law Cut out the cancer of Sacrifice demanded Mark them as traitors and Watch your monarchs fall Here and now is the day of judgement Here and now we die Gather round me All the death-defiant All the heathens What power has made it so that I can't demand reasons War is not a pretty thing But this I do enjoy For what man has made Man can destroy For what God has made Man can destroy Man can destroy