Weapon of God The Taxpayers

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[Verse 1]
Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares on your plate;
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too
Crumbled bones inside a sock
The ticking of a busted watch
The storm is a thunderous, dark applause
And my love is locked in a pitbull's jaws
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

[Bridge]
(Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so easily
But not mine. I'm made of concrete beams, you'll see.)

[Verse 2]
Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares on your plate;
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too
Cats are screaming out back;
They've all been stuffed in gunny sacks
The Johnson boy started selling crank
This neighborhood has gone to shit

[Hook]
But listen I am a weapon of god too
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too