They know what you're hiding
They know when you're excited
They know how to get inside
You find that alarming
You tell then to fuck their army of God
Christian soldiers marching
There's no room for you in this house
They see you the hours you're hanging
from a fence post out of town
They see all they want to see
You find you're the nightmare
and they target one by one
Because families need protection
from reality
Scarecrow
It's not like I know
But I'm close enough to feel my own pain
Matthew
You lived your final hours
with the butt of a gun
smashing in your brain
Do they know that they're failing
and not in dight of higher ground?
Fenced themselves in their own pasture
You find it assuring
that they might ge lost in themselves
But Christian soldiers won't fall easy
from our reality