Anthem

you keep praying for peace
when you only want violence
you keep talking so loud
when you only want silence
are you content and are you forgiven
when you waste so much time justifying how you're living?
you say the gun in your hand will keep me safe
and the hole that you're digging is not a grave
scream that delusional, self obsessed tantrum
come on baby, it's your anthem

you keep asking for truth
in a room full of liars
you say that you're so blessed
but your obsessed with sudden death
and holy fire
you try to swallow your pride
you try to drown out your doubt
but you've been fuckin around
and you're afraid you're gonna find out
you say the gun in your hand will keep me safe

and the hole that you're digging is not a grave
scream that delusional, self obsessed tantrum
throw your hands up, it's your anthem