I could call it a scripture
I could let silence linger
I could lose faith you
Just let the sinners pull the trigger (hey)
Weigh the blood in carats (hey)
Judge by power not merits (hey)
Turn the dead to numbers
Keep on spilling guts for tariffs

Gather round children sing hallelujah
(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)

I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hurting
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven

I should be the speaker
I can point the finger
You just bless the gun and
Teach the young to pull the trigger
Weigh their grief in carats
Worship flags not merits
Turn the dead to numbers
Keep on spilling guts for tariffs

Gather round children sing hallelujah
(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)

I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hurting
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven

You watched us burn
If we sing hallelujah
If we sing, would you save us?

I used to stare at the cross
And cry out for God
But I'm not the person I was
Dying inside
I wish I could drift away
I'm so tired of hurting
I'm in dark, dark heaven
Dark, dark heaven

(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)
(Honor)