Lessons we could learn
Remain hidden behind the fog
Me before us, I before you
We agree only on that we call a slog
More, not less
The number, it must rise
An ethical compass broken
For we tell each other a pack of lies
Hey you, you fit the part
Over here or over there
With this, a hero you can be
Kill, neither you nor I should care
Block the path, we must
Of those from specific lands
Not wrong at all, we boast
To God, we pray and clasp our hands
