Poison

I can see you curling your tongue And begging for a drop I can see you thinking you've won Just because the fighting stopped And I am crushing leaves in my hand They are dead, like the rest of the land And you are clutching a cross in your hand Screaming, Divinity is a man Communion of the promised land Slaughter to become annointed Blood and body of the prodigal lamb The wine that you drink is poison Innovation in the modern age For the people that are chosen Expansion until it is far too late The dirt that you sow is poison So you think you can pray it away White man who wants to murder your babe So you think I oppress when I say I am bothered by the way you pray Silence, ha!, that's what I thought All that spam, now you won't shoot your shot And I'm not trying to make a wave But if I'm a stone, then throw me your way Communion of the promised land Slaughter to become annointed Blood and body of the prodigal lamb The wine that you drink is poison Innovation in the modern age For the people that are chosen Expansion until it is far too late The dirt that you sow is poison