Brother will kill brother spilling blood across the land, killing for religion, something I don't understand. Fools like me who cross the sea and come to foreign lands ask the sheep for their beliefs: Do you kill on God's command? A country that's divided surely will not stand. My past erased; no more disgrace; no foolish, naive stand. The end is near. It's crystal clear, part of the master plan. Don't look now to Israel - it might be your home land. Holy Wars.

Up on my podium as the know-it-all scholar. Down in my seat of judgement, gavel's bang, uphold the law. Up on my soapbox - a leader out to change the world. Down in my pulpit as the holier-than-thou would-be messenger of God.

Raise the war on organized crime. Sneak attacks repel down the rocks behind their lines. Some people risk to employ me, some people live to destroy me. Either way, they die. They die!

They killed my wife and my baby in hopes to enslave me. First mistake - last mistake. Paid by the alliance to slay all the giants. Next mistake - no more mistakes.

Fill the cracks in with judicial granite. Because I don't say it doesn't mean I ain't thinkin' it. Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away. I know what I said and how I must scream of the overdose and the lack of mercy killings, mercy killings, mercy killings, killings, killings, killings.

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away.