Anthem

you keep praying for peace

when you only want violence

you keep talking so loud

when you only want silence

are you content and are you forgiven

when you waste so much time justifying how you're living?

you say the gun in your hand will keep me safe

and the hole that you're digging is not a grave

scream that delusional, self obsessed tantrum

come on baby, it's your anthem

you keep asking for truth

in a room full of liars

you say that you're so blessed

but your obsessed with sudden death

and holy fire

you try to swallow your pride

you try to drown out your doubt

but you've been fuckin around

and you're afraid you're gonna find out

you say the gun in your hand will keep me safe

and the hole that you're digging is not a grave

scream that delusional, self obsessed tantrum

throw your hands up, it's your anthem