No Stars Over Bethlehem

This should never be! I'll burn all the lives of this angel Illuminati When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace Too beautiful to change or perhaps too scared The truth behind our lives will be erased (will be erased) A crusader (in which to die) begging for a crusade in which to die Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men And tie the tongues of those who lie (those who lie) Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets That resonate the prayers of this should never be This should never be! Someone plunged a dagger deep into God's chest And when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest When he pulled out the dagger and marveled in the pain, he could create We stuck another in his back to seal creation's fate So now we turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty A call that renders me ageless turning the pages of a belief that's Greater than us all, great than us all Amen to the fools and the Cossacks and the pulpits (Amen!) Amen to the people who think there's still a way to help us Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people! Amen to the people who! Think there's still a way to help us