No True Scotsman

Never have we seen such scattered evil
A real wide-open claustrophobic upheaval
Never have we been so wary of things so nefarious
A cavalcade of the macabre, so widely various

And I shouted 'til my face turned blue
As they drowned in the rivers turned red
Oh, they know not what they do
They heard nothing, I hear nothing!

Never have we felt proclivity for such depravity
A wanton bomb with detonations of calamity
Never have I ever thought forever'd come tomorrow
Now our eyes crestfallen, sunken in with sorrow

And I shouted ' til my face turned blue
As they drowned in the rivers turned red
Oh, they know not what they do
They heard nothing, I hear nothing
And the gluttonous will be worn thin
And the greed-filled chewed with sin
Our demise comes from within
They feel nothing, I feel nothing

No merciful God would allow this
No sane world would endow this
No moral man, through, should plow this
I fear we're here, no there's Not a True Scotsman left!
With vengeance, they come
With weapons, they come, too
With hammers, they come to thump your skull!

I wonder
Wonder how
I wander
Wandered here
I'm one now
I'm one within
I've won now
Healing comes through strife
'Til the day you die
Healing comes through strife
'Til the day you die