Now
You are a piece of God
You can hunt, you can save
You can prop, you can rate
You can create and mutilate
You can numb

You have the hand of God
To manufacture slaves
To advise defeats and
Decompose the flame

Now
You are a piece of God

You have the heart of God
To bless the world with spites
To magnify the grief
And narcotize the time

You have a hand and
You have a heart
To get a war
You got the war
With the same warrant that gave you might
You must never be true
For the same warrant that gave you might
You should hide the whys

You got the war

With the same warrant that gave you might
I must never trust
For the same warrant that gave you might
I should always doubt