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| The Faint Fasciinatiion A Battle Hymn For Children Teacher, bring me to heaven Or leave me alone Why make me work so hard when you know I work slow? Don't make us watch you spray more powder on the walls. Show us a laser, take us to space, or let us go. We've got violent games on pause at home You've seen this haste take shape Don't hide those guilty eyes You gave us guns for toys We trained with crosshair scope That in the name of peace we make war Sergeant, I don't remember How you said to kill with guilt I'm haunted by families grieving Even soldiers kids. Is it God against God, and the pawns are people? If they're both the same God, then the battle's over Preacher, am I gonna make it? Am I going up? Am I forgiven for the humans I dropped? It's not like a game once the guilt piles up If I knew what I know now, It's easy to say I wouldn't go At violent games on pause at home You know how hate takes shape Don't hide those guilty eyes You gave us guns for toys Imposed beliefs, then pride We were taught that God prefers the USA Just like the billboard sign that says "God's Country" If it's true that God roots for the USA, Then every bomb we drop in God's name |
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