The Heresy

We feed the war machine The sacrifice has just begun We feed the war machine Hide your daughters, your first born sons As we welcome all your catastrophe All the hate, all the lies and the heresy How divine that every time you hide in denial Suicidal kings You are my poison, Poseidon beside me Pontius is present And god has denied me The tide tends to wave In a foul disposition Foster the future and nurture the land Stitches and sutures, divisions in sand Mass evacuations, Sanctions for land It's time we stand for something Walking hand and hand