The Hill

Out of your mind, got to be blind
Killers and martyrs with blood in their eyes
Chancers and gangsters with hearts cold as ice

Jesus can save, did nobody say
Beggars and soldiers who dress up and kill
Count all the children who died on your hill

Nobody cares, nobody sees
All of your causes they don't mean a fuck
All you can show us is blood hate and guns

Judas still lives, he hides on the net
Killers and martyrs who live by the gun
Make no impressions they just hit and run