Armies of fervor in different forms
Some serve in streets, others in boards
Guided by choices made long ago
Departed views now blinding doctrines
You fucked your ethics on false prophets
Origin tought you more understanding
You all kill in the name of same illusion
Enslave for the sake of same delusion
Condemn the rest for neglecting your words
Have faith! Believe in those rewards
How come good values can turn into grief?
Or is the end justified by means?
For what is left is only blood and tears