both sides pray for their triumph
take aim to where you believe
a river of blood runs wide in the middle
so far, so close, so what?
target locked

praise the lord...
crises coming solved with bombs
i'll raise the flag to prove you're wrong
i'll hammer this nail down your throat
to prove i'm able

to fear and to hurt
to keep us alert
to keep us from bending, breaking into tears

praise the mob...
could you give up that uniform for a minute
could you lay down that shield for a second
everyone wants the war to be over
but no one's willing to admit the defeat

and choose to see
the other way
the other life that could be us

it's on both sides
could you choose again
could you choose differently
could you choose again?