Land of the Slaughter Lyrics

What if the messiah came and went

And this hell that we live in's the place we deserve

Even the unborn are guilty, sentenced to their own unwanted birth

And when they're fresh from the womb, before the ink even dries

Tomorrow's headline is ready, mass shooting body counts rise

And when they're fresh from the womb, before the ink even dries

Tomorrow's headline is ready, mass shooting body counts rise

And I'm supposed to be proud of the land of the slaughter

When one of those kids could be my son or daughter

Spacious skies stained red tonight, behold our waves of pain

Mountains on mountains of tragedy, these spoiled fruits we claim

And then comes the discourse, but never the recourse

We're crushed by our high horse, cause it happened again

In spite of us doing nothing, the bullets keep coming

Fight the fire with fuel and wonder why it won't

Shells hit the floor, profits pierce the roof

Arguing the right to bloody a fountain of youth

And I'm supposed to be proud of the land of the slaughter

When one of those kids could be my son or daughter

Spacious skies stained red tonight, behold our waves of pain

Mountains on mountains of tragedy, these spoiled fruits we claim

And while I utter these words, the register chimes

He sets out to claim more lives

So how the f**k can I be proud of the land of the slaughter

When one of those kids could be my son or daughter

Spacious skies stained red tonight, behold our waves of pain

Mountains on mountains of tragedy, these spoiled fruits we claim

He isn't proud to be, at least he knows he's free

To buy an AR-15 the same day he goes and starts his spree

He isn't proud to be, at least I know I'm free

To buy an AR-15 the same day he goes and starts his spree