Hatred and raw from weakest to lend hand,
to stand and to mourn,
in a place where the weary sing,
restless voice repeatedly spoken,
we know how much pain you have gone through,
with wars and  their guns.

proclaim your slavery
release your in dependency by outcast hypocrites,
to paralyzed the hatred that comes within,
come back back home to your roots,
we  betray Jesus and choose hell on earth instead,
and  we aint looking for gold or praise,
we  aint looking for reconciliation or prayer,
but  we looking for salvation.

with our guns held high  and shouted,
as far as the eye can see.