Holy Wars...the Punishment Due - Jasta, Joey Concepcion

Brother will kill brother

Spilling blood across the land

Killing for religion

Something I don't understand

Fools like me, who cross the sea

And come to foreign lands

Ask the sheep, for their beliefs

Do you kill on God's command?

A country that's divided

Surely will not stand

My past erased, no more disgrace

No foolish naive stand

The end is near, it's crystal clear

Part of the master plan

Don't look now to Israel

It might be your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium, as the

Now it all scholar

Down in my seat of judgement

Gavel's bang, uphold the law

Up on my soapbox, a leader

Out to change the world

Down in my pulpit as the holier

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime

Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks

Behind the lines

Some people risk to employ me

Some people live to destroy me

Either way they die, they die

They killed my wife, and my baby

With hopes to enslave me

First mistake, last mistake!

Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants

Next mistake, no more mistakes

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite

Because I don't say it,

Don't mean I ain't thinkin' it

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away

I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose

And the lack of mercy killings

Mercy killings

Mercy killings

Killings, killings, killings, killings

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away