Hey, Boy (No More Messiahs)

Here we go, here we go again
Looks like the cycle's come around
We scan the battlefield before us for the flag of love
Raise it up, we'll be there, holding the line

Hey, boy, dressed up to play the hero
With your camouflage and your gun
Embroiled in the rage your father gave you
Your inheritance handed down
You never felt so alive, proclaiming hatred unafraid
Hey, boy, enjoy the masquerade

No more messiahs sent to us from above
Ours is the work, ours the hands of love
Hear our defiance echo across the void of a nation's pride
Here on the earth, who but you and I?
Brother mine, sister mine

Hey, boy, it's true, we might be grateful
You've reminded us where we stand
And now it falls to us to make the reckoning long delayed
Hey, boy, hear my voice:
You've had your day

No more messiahs holding us by the hand
Ours is the work, now as we began
Hear our defiance: "blood and soil," it's poison, it's all a lie
Here on the earth, small beneath the sky, you and I
Raise it up, we'll be there, holding the line

Ours is the work, may it be righteous, righteous, righteous

And if you're spoiling for a fight, it's time to break it down
Wrestle with the darkness and they've got you where they want you
If you're spoiling for a fight, you might just take a chance with love

Yeah, if you're spoiling for a fight, it's time to break it down
Take the part of hardness and you've lost us from the start
So if you're spoiling for a fight, you might just take a chance with love

What we believe is the arc we define
History sides with the open-hearted
Ignorance yields to the evidence
Stand with love