I opened up my eyes this morning, Blinded by the fire pouring in. All the whispers, All the promises, Of the things we could have been. She said a prayer for me this morning, Opened up her veins and drifted out, Beginning this ending story, Breathing in a tidal wave of doubt. You see, we're free to worship different gods, And tell ourselves the other's wrong. We load our guns and fly our flags, And k** each other, k** each other. Can our kind hope to survive, When reason holds no place of power? Bow our heads, we stand in line, To k** each other, k** each other. We're free to worship different gods, And tell ourselves the other's wrong. We load our guns and fly our flags, And k** each other, k** each other. Can our kind hope to survive, When reason holds no place of power? Bow our heads, we stand in line, To k** each other, k** each other. I opened up my eyes this morning, Blinded by the fire pouring in. All the whispers, All the promises, Of the things we could have been.