Zealot, extreme believer,
That your cause is just
Reading between the lines
On weapons of distrust
Spoken words are ammunition
For the martyr heart
Twist the meaning,
Righteous seeming,
Shape your endless war

Soldier, you choose your targets,
Judge them through your sights
Murder the murderer,
Two wrongs will make a right
Follow the whispered order
Deep inside your brain
Vengeance for stillborn souls
Unable to be saved

Believe in a dream,
See what you want to see,
Preach an ageless hate
Tears that you bleed
Through a mask of false sympathy
Fulfill your empty fate

Healer, both life and death
Shaped by your slight of hand
Feeding the notion that
You are more god than man
Gamble your fame and fortune
A bullet's game of chance
Profit from poisoned veins
And thrive on violence

Sustained by pain and bitterness
Is no way to live
Drowned in the spin of ignorance,
Nothing left to give

The victors write the history,
Then kill the messenger
Instead of bettering their lives,
They fight to make ours worse

Martyr, you've been deceived,
A pawn in this crusade
Patriot fatality,
A grave without a name