Think you're above the beasts on the ground
For your conscience and souls
Your capacity to judge
Yet what of you when push comes to shove?
Killing in the name of "love"
You sink beneath the dirt
On which you step
Lower than the creatures you deem inept
Yet your pride keeps your mind aswept
Born a miracle and you ruin your gift
Wicked ingrained, you can't help it
Beneath those with four legs and more
For we have a choice, and we choose to ignore
Only through death can we be cleansed
Only the love will take away our sins
Only through death can we receive life
Only with Him, will our hearts see light