Letras
If you've hate in your heart, you ought to sanctify your whole soul
If you fancy accost, leave your debts at the door
And you paint all your pictures up pretty
With all you wanna sell and try to give me
Welcome to a generation sold for the profits of war
Say your prayer
Stitch it on the clothes you wear
State your name
Have no shame
The soul is the arms you bear
The deities hark, dost the prophet speak the old rhyme?
You know the kings and queens never died, they just sponsored a genocide
And God hasn't even found a heaven
Sufficient for their personal volition
They'll repent at the feet of the truth for their crimes
Say your prayer
Stitch it on the clothes you wear
State your name
Have no shame
The soul is the arms you bear
What do you want me to be, and tell me why, oh why?
Don't be afraid of humanity, it happens to the best of us all the time
They profit from your self-doubt; don't you sell your soul
The faith you restore in yourself will keep you whole
Say your prayer
Stitch it on the clothes you wear
State your name
Have no shame
Say your prayer
Stitch it on the clothes you wear
State your name
Have no shame
The soul is the arms you bear