Another tribe... another brother
Torn between his lover and the gun
Another god... another mother
Weeps to justify the damage done

I wonder through the lies and dirt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?
As [bad word] collides with propaganda
Just another victim on [bad word] 

The world outside, all fluff and candour
Seeks to justify the damage done
No wonder, so much pain and hurt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?

I think there may be..a war in heaven
Paradise beneath the smoking gun
As every saint and small town saviour
Race to justify their chosen one

I wonder, as our world collides
I want to reach out there
Across the great divide