The man who believes in peace is not prepared for war The man who who believes in freedom is a slave What you believe will always interfere with what you must face I need a hand that disrupts the system The old established order My hands Need to watch it shatter Everything we pulled apart Gets put back together Because nothing is left to matter Everyone crosses the bridge to get to another No one thinks about the ones who live under The man who believes in peace is not prepared for war The man who who believes in freedom is a slave What you believe will always interfere with what you must face Beware the wrath of envy They cloaks the eyes with charity While whispering of greed Beware the stroke of pride
