Clair DE Lune

Get your guns

Wait for me

Do we know who we're going after

Scared of taking the first blow

A call for war

Against their sons and families

We wouldn't want to stop the problem

Murders good for national progress

This blood will stain our hands for centuries

The cheshire cat won't tell

Will you be waiting here when this is over

This is the call to arms against irrational attack

They stole our comfort so we'll teach them all to stand in line

So get your sons and follow fear like we've done for generations

We come like saints with better bribes

Hero

Looked at another way

They tore our ego's down

Press had a field day

Race war in your hometown

Of all the plots that failed to burn the web we wove

This scare will bar the things we thought we were fighting for

I am not going to sport the kings and crowns

Build the walls that keep the lines bleeding on the inside

Like the trials we never ironed

Until our judgments push us all away