there are many on the ground
the beautiful bullets have found
in an instant, there were smiles
in an instant, only piles

lying bleeding, underneath the piles
asking, how can one be so vile
did the sermon of hate corrupt you
or was your mind, a reciever of fools

the talk of fear and the coming rapture
if you turn the page, there's another chapter
perhaps you should ask Him did you make
a mistake
let us all know His answer, for heaven sake

there are many on the ground
the beautiful bullets have found
in an instant, there were smiles
in an instant, only piles