When the Bible is your bottle
Where dark spirits congregate
An inverse interpretation
Most never know until too late
Stepping over the dead bodies
They keep showing on the screen
A week away from home invasion
The power’s gone—now live their dream
The bloody hell of other countries
And all the bombing of the poor
All your resources gone elsewhere
Now they come to take some more
The ravaged land from your own weapons
Handed down from hidden doors
Oh, to die for love and glory
Instead of internecine wars
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