Another Tribe

Another tribe, another brother

Torn between his lover and the gun

Another God, another mother

Weeps to justify the damage doneI 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 runThe world outside, all fluff and candor

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 small town savior

Race to justify their chosen one