From far away, we saw them standing with their hands held in the sky,
You never know just how you’ll go until you end up where you die,
The mark of faith, he claims to hold, our righteous path, god’s on our side,
We kill to win, to cleanse their sins, with blood red hands, we sacrifice,
We’re going down this road, our path’s been sold,
We’ve got no choice, our fate is tied,
Our executive faith, manifests hate inside the hearts of those who die,
And we are going down this road, our path’s been sold,
We’ve got no choice, our hands are tied,
Our executive faith, manifests hate inside the hearts of those who die,
Why must they die, I stop to sigh, and hear them cry,
“Go away, just go away,
I said go away, just go away”