You crown yourself the savior
Your sermon carved in bullet scars
Disorder and regression
With God upon the nation

You wear the mask of justice
With hands painted red
A saint holding a rifle
While nameless lie dead

You are not a hero
And we don't need one
The glory that you bleed
At the point of a gun

No peace in a trigger
No love in a martyr's cry
You kill for something broken
And call it justified

You wear the mask of justice
With hands painted red
A saint holding a rifle
While nameless lie dead

You are not a hero
And we don't need one
The glory that you bleed
At the point of a gun

Marching in the name of life
But your eyes are full of war

You are not a hero
And we don't need one
The glory that you bleed
At the point of a gun

Marching in the name of life
But your eyes are full of war