Another tribe... another brother
Torn Between his lover and the gun
Another god... another mother
Weeps to justify the damage done

I wonder through the lies and dirt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?

As truth collides with propaganda
Just another victim on the run
The world, outside, all fluff and candour
Seeks to justify the damage done

No wonder, so much pain and hurt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?

I think there may be... a war in heaven
Paradise beneath the smoking gun
As every saint and samll town saviour
Race to justify their chosen one

I wonder, as our world collides,
I want to reachout there,
across the great divide.