Crusaders

You can’t believe
Anything you say
Bodies revealed
Broken in worship
Children are piled
Higher than the sun
Bend your will to the conversation
You’re not the one
On and on and fight
Ordinary people
Just go on and on and fight
Ordinary people
See that promised place
It’s all paper
And that liberation purpose
It’s vapor, baby
The world’s a bigger place
Than you were advised
And most of it is ocean
To wash away the people that you most despise
(Sweet Jesus)
Anything you say