Lyrics:

The crimes of prophets past in remission
For polarized indifference
Cast as your reprieve
More indemnified formalities
The unleash grows this rate of emergence
And we all die for just the
Cost of life consumables
And war sustainable returns
But I'm not allegiant of exclusive rights
Fuck national pride
I couldn't find the righteousness under your bed
Where did you leave it or did you just lie to me instead
This is a moral judgment not exclusive to the privileged me
But I feel that I am torn between your battlegrounds
And my own
They still grow
So when violent citizens retaliate oppressive force
Your criticisms feed their Trojan horse
There is systematic effort to relent us from inside
When no one feels we all must pay the price