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It takes a mountain off ammo to reach the Lord but damn we're getting close
Bury Satan in a hail of bullets and anyone that gets too close
God's got a selective salvation and He's chosen only us
He delivers His children from the back of a Laid Law bus

Where heaven begins
All logic ends
It's a road we all must pass
We light the flames of heretics
And David (Koresh) stones the path
The Son takes his place at the right hand of God-who wears a kerosene hat
We strike the sin from our souls and he strikes the match

It's a two tower target...New York city
Under the radar we go
PDB's (presidential daily briefings) not withstanding
Can't know what we don't know

So praise the lord and fasten your seat-belt were in for a bumpy ride
Down the barrel of a 737 and clear blue skies

From 20,000 feet you just can't see either side of common sense
The Lord's drawn a line between East and West and then tore down the fence
The Son takes his place at the right hand of God-He wears a kerosene hat
He strikes His sin from our souls and we strike the match

Religion is faith, is violence, is control
F*ck/stop religious violence, fundamentalism is nonsense