Big Hands With Books That Twist The Truth Like Vines (Radio Edit)

In the playgrounds where innocence once thrived They're reading to our babies, but it's not how we survived Little hands with books that twist the truth like vines While the roots of family fade, lost in shifting signs Can't we show them love, protect what's been writ But there's a shadow lurking where our morals split There are only two paths, male and female, it's clear But the bullseye's on tradition, and the threat is near If we don't stand together, if we wave our flags in vain The future of our children might just slip down the drain. They whisper of a future where the norm is redefined Trying to erase the essence of the mankind A man and woman, once the staples of our race Now face the pressure of this twisted, dark embrace We tread a fine line, the stakes so high But in this battle for our hearts, we will never die There are only two paths, male and female, it's clear But the bullseye's on tradition, and the threat is near If we don't stand together, if we wave our flags in vain The future of our children might just slip down the drain So let's rise for the truth, hold our banners up high For the future's looking dim when the family's the lie