You celebrate your murderers like they won you a war And what for? Is my question. Do you pass inspection? No genuflection; no halo you own. You gun down the innocent and gnaw on their bones, Like the savages you are, you fallen stars, Are dead to me. I see such glee. Oh the pain you reap. Your just reward, for an unjust war, For all areβ¦is a silver star on your heart.