Holy Wars

Mister catastrophe
Your hatred's making headlines
Hey mister Blasphemy to think your kind is better than mine
Here's something for you, here's something for you.
You're the infidel
And here's how i can tell

Holy wars won't make you whole
Holy wars won't save your soul

Mister black heart decree
You were dead inside all the while
Mister too blind to see
Your faith is poison... oh so vile
Here's something for you, here's something for you.
You're fucking up the world
Just to save your soul

Holy wars won't make you whole
Holy wars won't save your soul

So it seems you're a monster
To vile to keep alive
Lay waste to bury
All your kind or you'll be the death of me

Holy wars won't make you whole
Holy wars won't save your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Frink
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