Transgressions are made
While cowards convey
With a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay

While the statue awaits
To be whittled away
With a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear

Never to learn
Only to burn (...and be burned.)
Branded straight through slate
Clear as common day

(Go slowly cause at the moment
Things you'd never think you'd ever see
Are happening and you can't believe the hatred.)

What shall be the mark to be made?
When we crush it all to burn it down
Without sight, without sound
Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground
A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound

Make a martyr
A pedestal with ribbons of slaughter
Feed the altar
Stoke the fire it will take over
Ignore the cut... the skin with callus as well as interest
If all are reckless none is to profit
None is to win it

(Go slowly cause at the moment
Things you'd never think you'd ever see
Are happening and you can't believe the hatred.) 2x

So who will pay for all the tears
All the lives, from either side?
All the years, all the time of living blind
Playing "God Deciding"?
And who will die next in line for the lie?
Justified for the rise of sitting high playing "God Deciding"
And who will walk away
From the rage and revenge?
Inhumane consequence comes in time
Playing "God Deciding"
And who will fall in line to arrive
Out of sight and out of mind?
Out of mind?
Out of mind?
Out of...?