No Stars Over Bethlehem

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 he 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 --- No Stars Over Bethlehem - Protest the Hero