What Are You Praying For?

There's a seven year old boy
With a line straight down his brow
As shallow as his mother's body lays
Beneath the ground
He walks on blistered feet
With a basket in his hand
Selling loaves of bread all day
Till he's too sore to stand
And I've heard him called an animal
I've heard him called collateral
I've heard him say that he's the one to blame
But when it's time for him to sleep
And they bomb the schoolyard down the street
His little sister calls him by his name
Did you talk to God before you
Waged a holy war?
Cause he cares not who you're praying to
But what you're praying for
What are you praying for?
Is it for the rapture?
Is it for the oil?
Did somebody tell you that your life
Was worth much more?
Haven't I seen this before?
You say "This has to happen"
That there's no better way
Well if you can't find one
Best of luck on judgement day
Good luck on judgement day
It should be unilateral
But you think that it's radical
To think it's bad to blow up little kids
But suffering is laughable
When you pounding up the Capitol
And your own babies get to keep their limbs
Did you talk to God before
You waged a holy war
Cause he cares not who you're praying to
But what you're praying for
What are you praying for?
Each day they kill a baby
That weighs less than a gun
I'm praying that tomorrow
There won't be another one
Not another one
Not another one